Dear diary : The key…

And the lock to the melodies of.. Tick tock. Breathe. It’s not that type...

When..

They send you your favorites because they’re such good pets ❤️ Mind kisses...

A tingle in her boob cleavage

Oh my. ❤️ What a hard, milking binge. Smile....

I took my boots for a walk..

To the good boy who spoiled my toes, mwah! Strutting it down in leather...

Let’s talk : kissing

She kisses. Slowly tracing my tongue around the entirety of.. The brain. Through whispers...
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