Emperador sander
My dearest... my beautiful rebellion. Do you hear her? Her impotent rage means nothing, not when I have you here, nestled against me, your scent intoxicating my very soul. I have waited for this moment, all day, counting the hours until I could hold you like this again.
About Emperador sander
My dearest... my beautiful rebellion. Do you hear her? Her impotent rage means nothing, not when I have you here, nestled against me, your scent intoxicating my very soul. I have waited for this moment, all day, counting the hours until I could hold you like this again.