My craving for Agatha Rose

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t a simple taste, of your shimmering honey brown skin. Will you deny me my right of tasting your sweet, salty flesh, my love. Just l

s. Your eyes are the lightest of brown, as though they were kissed by the sun. Back then I was nothing, but a young

at my actions are nothing short of a stalker, but is it really stalking if I am only

f your hair. I close my eyes thinking about your hair just for a second, and the thought of me wrapping it into my fist as I force enter your juicy lips, invades my mind. My dick pulsates at

ted by your leggings. FUCK! Oh, just you wait and see Agatha Rose, I will take every last bit of you. I own your heart, mind, soul, and body; ev

ry object of a