Imagine a cookie. Sinful, and fluffy at the same time. Covered in dark chocolate and melting in your mouth, while it leaves a whole specter of sensations in its wake. And just like that – you are hooked. Hooked for life.
That’s “The Angel” for me, darlings. A secret little desire that makes my cheeks flush in equal parts pleasure and shame.
That’s “The Angel” for me, darlings. A secret little desire that makes my cheeks flush in equal parts pleasure and shame.