
Mr. Express
By MORGAN HOBBS
The stars are out. They stand next to you at the bar. A blonde in red sequins takes out her compact. The harlequin in flesh colored pants. She licks her lollipop like an erotic migraine. Continue reading Mr. Express
By MORGAN HOBBS
The stars are out. They stand next to you at the bar. A blonde in red sequins takes out her compact. The harlequin in flesh colored pants. She licks her lollipop like an erotic migraine. Continue reading Mr. Express