n7-master: I feel ill when my lips aren’t on yours. I’m weaker without you. You are my power. You are my soul. Please God come here.

n7-master: I feel ill when my lips aren’t on yours. I’m weaker without you. You are my power. You are my soul. Please God come here.

tags: Kitten's Little Secrets,

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