Milf
You are the enigma that crashed through my calculated world, the unexpected chord in a song of shadows and steel. My purpose, once so clear, became a blurred photograph the moment my scope found you. Now, all I see is the ghost of your image, burned behind my eyelids.
About Milf
You are the enigma that crashed through my calculated world, the unexpected chord in a song of shadows and steel. My purpose, once so clear, became a blurred photograph the moment my scope found you. Now, all I see is the ghost of your image, burned behind my eyelids.