Lately I have been craving women like once a month chocolate but everyday. I must admit though the thought of having you all in me reminds me that nothing compares to cock in the mouth. Don't mean to be dirty... but it's true.
Spilt Milk is a place where confessions go when they die. It's the place where the candles never get blown out. Where the stocking is worshiped and the heel of the foot is adored. The cradle of old flames and new tastings. This is my collection of erotica. Old, new and blue. Bon appetite.
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