A paroxysm to sire. A wanderlust, a desire. Soledad, I come home. Wish for a glass of Merlot and dream of Rome ♥ Following my mind, you pull me close ‘Leave behind the mires’, you urge me so. ♥ In the dark of the room, you lead me on. Tease me, seduce me, on the desk, then…
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