…your breath, your scent, the heat of your skin…lost…bells on the swan lines, lilies on the Gems…peony-love on the tender sides, slipping on The Land of Candor…seizing the Hills…infinite desire…arch-cuddle, His Sweetness on his way…hot hardness…sweeeeeet intrusion…lily-prison, lily-cuddles…lost again…
Control Tower: I’m lost underneath the sweet Aussie…
