“Oh, fucking! Fucking me! Please, fuck me!” she cried
Censored. “No, but it’s something I’ve always wanted to try,” Ashley replied.
. Stray threads of thought, her supple fingers weave
Into an image subtle and sublime;
A rich tableau of myth, of song, of make-believe,
An eddy in the stream of time.
“Oh, fucking! Fucking me! Please, fuck me!” she cried
Censored. “No, but it’s something I’ve always wanted to try,” Ashley replied.
. Stray threads of thought, her supple fingers weave
Into an image subtle and sublime;
A rich tableau of myth, of song, of make-believe,
An eddy in the stream of time.
“Oh, fucking! Fucking me! Please, fuck me!” she cried
Censored. “No, but it’s something I’ve always wanted to try,” Ashley replied.
. Stray threads of thought, her supple fingers weave
Into an image subtle and sublime;
A rich tableau of myth, of song, of make-believe,
An eddy in the stream of time.
