MuEla Itu


Game was sinful, powerful of all weapons,

Tonight make you my follower, sizzling menage romance touts,

From the moment left, our bodies nearly touch,

But was more playful, thrusters oiled ready itu,

With my every hiss, sizzling all three keys myself ,

With every moans, started moving slowly towards,

Shifting wreaths way , tears sliding down moans,

 Flower began slide bloom, light touch passing across ,

Golden morning sun yawns, only inches away warm breaths,

Eyes staring at our acts, Sucking your pinkish lips,

Make every evening flavorsome, With every drop wax hips.