This post may contain Mildly Adult content.
This page is a permanent link to the reply below and its nested replies. See all post replies »
reubles · 41-45, M
"Her taco really smelled like Mexican seasonings. His stomach growling like an anemic Chihuahua waiting for his next meal. The room was thick with humidity, and a sheen began to form over her Gazongas. An image of two milk jugs glistening in condensation appears in his mind, the growling increases, she looks down I to his eyes "well, IT IS TUESDAY "...
@reubles my TBR has a lot to answer for.



