Cari Silverwood, Wicked Ways Quotes
Then I woke in the shade of the fig tree in my favorite park, with the gun barrel in my mouth.
There was something about ink curling across a man’s bulging bicep that invoked the dance of horniness.
Then I woke in the shade of the fig tree in my favorite park, with the gun barrel in my mouth.
There was something about ink curling across a man’s bulging bicep that invoked the dance of horniness.