As Anders reached between his captive's legs to stroke her quim, Carissa moaned with her tongue in Anders' mouth
. I want to be with you, but we can't live like this.
. The birds in springtime sing their song,
So sweetly and so pure,
But they cannot compare with your sweet words,
Of this you can be sure. The summer sun rises over the hills,
With a beauty and certain grace,
But it cannot compete with the beauty of you,
Or the beauty of your face
As Anders reached between his captive's legs to stroke her quim, Carissa moaned with her tongue in Anders' mouth
. I want to be with you, but we can't live like this.
. The birds in springtime sing their song,
So sweetly and so pure,
But they cannot compare with your sweet words,
Of this you can be sure. The summer sun rises over the hills,
With a beauty and certain grace,
But it cannot compete with the beauty of you,
Or the beauty of your face
As Anders reached between his captive's legs to stroke her quim, Carissa moaned with her tongue in Anders' mouth
. I want to be with you, but we can't live like this.
. The birds in springtime sing their song,
So sweetly and so pure,
But they cannot compare with your sweet words,
Of this you can be sure. The summer sun rises over the hills,
With a beauty and certain grace,
But it cannot compete with the beauty of you,
Or the beauty of your face
