The Knight and Dame Blackroot
Slowly, so slowly, his erect cock softened, no longer stimulated by the fury of her sexuality. memory was hers again. the memory of ivy slotted into its place in history, an assumed identity, not one foisted on her.
Slowly, so slowly, his erect cock softened, no longer stimulated by the fury of her sexuality. memory was hers again. the memory of ivy slotted into its place in history, an assumed identity, not one foisted on her.