Your heart races
. I am barefoot in death, much as I preferred to be in life.
Mom. It feels so wrong to be doing this, but the lust within you has left you at it’s mercy. As you start to look up sharp nails scratch down your back, slowly and languidly from your shoulders to the curves of your bum
Your heart races
. I am barefoot in death, much as I preferred to be in life.
Mom. It feels so wrong to be doing this, but the lust within you has left you at it’s mercy. As you start to look up sharp nails scratch down your back, slowly and languidly from your shoulders to the curves of your bum
Your heart races
. I am barefoot in death, much as I preferred to be in life.
Mom. It feels so wrong to be doing this, but the lust within you has left you at it’s mercy. As you start to look up sharp nails scratch down your back, slowly and languidly from your shoulders to the curves of your bum
