Friday, May 8, 2009TOUCHED...Brushing across……then the lightest strokes building up from the top of my foot, landing in my hair…fingers twirling strands, hand splays out then under to cup my head. Like a warm cradle I let my mind float in your hand. My lips feel full, by breasts are tender…. Yearning for lips, that soft and... Sign in to see full entry. |
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