art-of-domination: Baby, when you walk across the room and sit on my lap like this, the world stops for me. Time stands still. There’s nothing else in my mind. No one else existing. Only you. Your warmth. Your tenderness. Your softness. Your aching

art-of-domination: Baby, when you walk across the room and sit on my lap like this, the world stops for me. Time stands still. There’s nothing else in my mind. No one else existing. Only you. Your warmth. Your tenderness. Your softness. Your aching

tags: I Like Them Smoking,

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