By all accounts he should have been dead were it not that in Hell there is no death, just endless torture
. A slim waste and tall legs above high-heeled black boots.
. Unable to resist, I ran my
fingers along his chest. I was crying
like a baby
By all accounts he should have been dead were it not that in Hell there is no death, just endless torture
. A slim waste and tall legs above high-heeled black boots.
. Unable to resist, I ran my
fingers along his chest. I was crying
like a baby
By all accounts he should have been dead were it not that in Hell there is no death, just endless torture
. A slim waste and tall legs above high-heeled black boots.
. Unable to resist, I ran my
fingers along his chest. I was crying
like a baby
