I want to be run through by your warm spear,
To split like butter for your blood-heat knife
. For a Man I Miss
I want to feel you enter me again,
To penetrate me totally and fill
My cavity with hard and pulsing flesh
And send me into realms of utter bliss.
. . She wanted to be on top and I didn’t have any say in the matter
I want to be run through by your warm spear,
To split like butter for your blood-heat knife
. For a Man I Miss
I want to feel you enter me again,
To penetrate me totally and fill
My cavity with hard and pulsing flesh
And send me into realms of utter bliss.
. . She wanted to be on top and I didn’t have any say in the matter
I want to be run through by your warm spear,
To split like butter for your blood-heat knife
. For a Man I Miss
I want to feel you enter me again,
To penetrate me totally and fill
My cavity with hard and pulsing flesh
And send me into realms of utter bliss.
. . She wanted to be on top and I didn’t have any say in the matter
Charlie Latour and Kristara Nurses aid