Raven-dark hair cascades down around that perfect face in a waterfall of shimmering midnight, darker than the sky behind us
. Her tongue is a whirling dervish and a sensual symphony of pleasure, working the knob of my shaft. Her heartbeat against mine is the only sound in the night, and the heat from her body the only warmth in that breeze
. . Officially it ceased to exist in 1975, five years before I was born
Raven-dark hair cascades down around that perfect face in a waterfall of shimmering midnight, darker than the sky behind us
. Her tongue is a whirling dervish and a sensual symphony of pleasure, working the knob of my shaft. Her heartbeat against mine is the only sound in the night, and the heat from her body the only warmth in that breeze
. . Officially it ceased to exist in 1975, five years before I was born
Raven-dark hair cascades down around that perfect face in a waterfall of shimmering midnight, darker than the sky behind us
. Her tongue is a whirling dervish and a sensual symphony of pleasure, working the knob of my shaft. Her heartbeat against mine is the only sound in the night, and the heat from her body the only warmth in that breeze
. . Officially it ceased to exist in 1975, five years before I was born
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