Clásico francés
50,453 99%
9 años atrás
,jpeg/007/556/695/1280x720.3.jpg)
,jpeg/020/861/568/1280x720.6.jpg)
,jpeg/017/346/984/1280x720.8.jpg)
,jpeg/004/226/146/1280x720.5.jpg)
,jpeg/002/818/427/1280x720.6.jpg)
,jpeg/024/032/221/v2/320x180.239.jpg)
,jpeg/021/245/547/1280x720.9.jpg)
,jpeg/000/031/223/1280x720.3.jpg)
,jpeg/004/368/258/1280x720.10.jpg)
,jpeg/000/492/042/1280x720.3.jpg)
,jpeg/018/554/070/v2/320x180.247.jpg)
Comentarios
8
"I wonder what it's like." See, that is me: my joy and my curse, I guess. I see a fantasy like this lady barely in her yellow dress, and I see her nipples half-a-heartbeat from showing, and my hot desire is SPLIT between wanting to BE her—"I wonder what it would be LIKE, walking a cunt-hair from the watching world"—equally with wanting to caress her, drive her, fuck her, live with her. I see my own unusual-ness, my own loneliness, yet totally loving my life all at the same time. . . .
