She didn’t see any
Ferocious beasts, but Kyra knew herself well enough to try not to let her imagination get the better of her
Hardcore. Kyra always came hissing, “Alexis, oh yes fuck me.
Read more. Stray threads of thought, her supple fingers weave
Into an image subtle and sublime;
A rich tableau of myth, of song, of make-believe,
An eddy in the stream of time.
She didn’t see any
Ferocious beasts, but Kyra knew herself well enough to try not to let her imagination get the better of her
Hardcore. Kyra always came hissing, “Alexis, oh yes fuck me.
Read more. Stray threads of thought, her supple fingers weave
Into an image subtle and sublime;
A rich tableau of myth, of song, of make-believe,
An eddy in the stream of time.
She didn’t see any
Ferocious beasts, but Kyra knew herself well enough to try not to let her imagination get the better of her
Hardcore. Kyra always came hissing, “Alexis, oh yes fuck me.
Read more. Stray threads of thought, her supple fingers weave
Into an image subtle and sublime;
A rich tableau of myth, of song, of make-believe,
An eddy in the stream of time.
