Fear not, dear one, for I was thinking of you before that fateful tumble--but sadly the wetness between my legs post-mortem was made not of my lust, but of the piss that leaked from my cunt when I died
. You fingers play for a moment at my lips--one on each side, with your middle finger rubbing at their slightly parted opening.
. . I was screaming i was shouting moaning yes trying to imagine what it would be like
Fear not, dear one, for I was thinking of you before that fateful tumble--but sadly the wetness between my legs post-mortem was made not of my lust, but of the piss that leaked from my cunt when I died
. You fingers play for a moment at my lips--one on each side, with your middle finger rubbing at their slightly parted opening.
. . I was screaming i was shouting moaning yes trying to imagine what it would be like
Fear not, dear one, for I was thinking of you before that fateful tumble--but sadly the wetness between my legs post-mortem was made not of my lust, but of the piss that leaked from my cunt when I died
. You fingers play for a moment at my lips--one on each side, with your middle finger rubbing at their slightly parted opening.
. . I was screaming i was shouting moaning yes trying to imagine what it would be like
Blonds Plow