MIRROR ME, MINE!

Written By Sin Gabe

Tiptoe around the storm and into the juncture at my thighs.

Whisper sweet nothings while you blow into me, and tell me no lies.

I’m often mired in indifference to temper the all-consuming passion that reins freely behind my eyes.

Mirror Me.

Sin Gabe https://ifuseeksen.com
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