PORN: I had briefed Gemma to surreptitiously spread all sorts of gossip about her sister in these few days
Stockings. She slipped her jeans back on without doing them up, hung her halter-top only round her neck, opened the garage door again, skipped past her surprised Mother who was busy weeding their front garden less than fifty feet away - 'FUCK - what had she been able to hear?' - and dissappeared through the side gate into their garden.
. . I sit in your bed
With thoughts of us in my head
Staring in your eyes
I sever the past ties
Wipe away your tears
And lay to rest your fears
Our hearts beat as one
This game called Love we have won
Under dark clouds
Hidden by ebon shrouds
The nights we dance away
Carefree under the Moon’s sway
My Goddess of shiny things
Her God of raven’s wings
Pushed apart we crumble
Pulled together the realms rumble
Beneath our gaze
Lies the blood soaked haze
Her Kronos of Blood
My Maharajah of The Night
Her knight of crimson visage
My damsel of purest vision
PORN: I had briefed Gemma to surreptitiously spread all sorts of gossip about her sister in these few days
Stockings. She slipped her jeans back on without doing them up, hung her halter-top only round her neck, opened the garage door again, skipped past her surprised Mother who was busy weeding their front garden less than fifty feet away - 'FUCK - what had she been able to hear?' - and dissappeared through the side gate into their garden.
. . I sit in your bed
With thoughts of us in my head
Staring in your eyes
I sever the past ties
Wipe away your tears
And lay to rest your fears
Our hearts beat as one
This game called Love we have won
Under dark clouds
Hidden by ebon shrouds
The nights we dance away
Carefree under the Moon’s sway
My Goddess of shiny things
Her God of raven’s wings
Pushed apart we crumble
Pulled together the realms rumble
Beneath our gaze
Lies the blood soaked haze
Her Kronos of Blood
My Maharajah of The Night
Her knight of crimson visage
My damsel of purest vision
PORN: I had briefed Gemma to surreptitiously spread all sorts of gossip about her sister in these few days
Stockings. She slipped her jeans back on without doing them up, hung her halter-top only round her neck, opened the garage door again, skipped past her surprised Mother who was busy weeding their front garden less than fifty feet away - 'FUCK - what had she been able to hear?' - and dissappeared through the side gate into their garden.
. . I sit in your bed
With thoughts of us in my head
Staring in your eyes
I sever the past ties
Wipe away your tears
And lay to rest your fears
Our hearts beat as one
This game called Love we have won
Under dark clouds
Hidden by ebon shrouds
The nights we dance away
Carefree under the Moon’s sway
My Goddess of shiny things
Her God of raven’s wings
Pushed apart we crumble
Pulled together the realms rumble
Beneath our gaze
Lies the blood soaked haze
Her Kronos of Blood
My Maharajah of The Night
Her knight of crimson visage
My damsel of purest vision
SHE LOVES WHEN I FUCK HER PUSSY