oh, baby girl, don't get cut on my edges.
i'm the king of everything
and oh, my tongue is a weapon.
there's a light in the crack that's
separating your thighs
and if you wanna go to heaven,
you should
fuck
me
tonight.
YOU ARE READING
lightning
Povídkyi may be mini, but i'll rain thunderstorms and lightning down on your parade, honey.