of all the women's breast I've smelled and loved, those of eja feel like the languid sacks of sweet, sweaty milk. made of her blood. ive dramk cups and gulps of eja's vaginal secretions but never her milk. had she wanted me to impregnate her, I could not have denied her.
of all the women's breast I've smelled and loved, those of eja feel like the languid sacks of sweet, sweaty milk. made of her blood. ive dramk cups and gulps of eja's vaginal secretions but never her milk. had she wanted me to impregnate her, I could not have denied her.