Fall Aya wondered if his cock tasted as delicious as it looked. The member in question had attached itself to Rocky, a rakish guitarist she had met online, and fittingly, it bore a striking resemblance to a life-sized marble statue of antiquity. Complete with a modern overhaul, it was sculpted in gloriously veiny high-definition. She fantasized about those rippling twin veins pulsing against her tongue as he spilled his l...

Come to me. My whisper lingers in briny air,drifting unbroken through the storm,searching for an answer amidthe flashing notes of an electric orchestra. Silence rebukes naivety,my brazen plea unanswered,judged as undeserving, unworthy, perishingbeneath crashing waves. Left adrift upon a barren coastline,I remain resolute against deafening detonations.Violent voices reverberate through thunder, mocking my ephemeral existen...