Wrapped in nothing but temptation — sheer murmur of fabric that spills my secrets. A tease of nipple, a flash of ass, and every inch screaming ‘come closer to me’. (F)
[Mikami Cannon] There Is, In My Front Garden, A Cherry Tree And, Though It's Blooms Are Of The Pale Kind, It Is Quite A Sight Come Springs End, For It Seems As Though Winters Snows Make A Brief Return.