Posted by: Joanne
Of all the sights in all the lands, I think the choicest are thy mammary glands, So soft yet firm, so warm and smooth, I become a as their textures soothe. Delicately as a watchmaker, my quivering handsInch ever closer to thy blesséd mammary glands, And with a gentle and loving tiny squeeze My head explodes, and I slip between with ease.