xdplowaz Romantic love is like a costume, which, as it is not eternal, lasts as long as it lasts; and, soon, under the garment of the ideal that we form, which crumbles, the real body of the human person appears, in which we dress it. Good morning 🌹😘
11/15/2022
som774077 You invade my soul, my dreams, dominate my fears, my weaknesses and fulfill my forbidden fantasies. Then we will be two bodies immersed in a single perfume, madness, sweat and pleasure. My fears, your desires Your mouth, my mouth.
leandro-can13 What a woman!