Well fancy. Have you so innocently discarded all your rings? Stringing one along with playful fingers. Your touch has yet to settle. Yet little things suggest more warmth that lingers. Perhaps approval is forthcoming as I rest my hand. Submissively it lies upon the tablecloth. I think of all the... Sign in to see full entry.
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