” She paused, carefully choosing her words
Go home. She then took it in her hand and drew the foreskin down the shaft, impassively as if she unwrapped a bar of milk chocolate.
. Her touch is living flame, her winsome eyes beguile,
As supple shoulders catch the morning light. Lucia shakes her hair of raven hue;
Those silky Tuscan tresses that the sun adores
” She paused, carefully choosing her words
Go home. She then took it in her hand and drew the foreskin down the shaft, impassively as if she unwrapped a bar of milk chocolate.
. Her touch is living flame, her winsome eyes beguile,
As supple shoulders catch the morning light. Lucia shakes her hair of raven hue;
Those silky Tuscan tresses that the sun adores
” She paused, carefully choosing her words
Go home. She then took it in her hand and drew the foreskin down the shaft, impassively as if she unwrapped a bar of milk chocolate.
. Her touch is living flame, her winsome eyes beguile,
As supple shoulders catch the morning light. Lucia shakes her hair of raven hue;
Those silky Tuscan tresses that the sun adores
