crimson molten Morgan Moon tantalizes her cock-squeezing brown eye

She is the colors that explode when your fists scrub at your eyes. I could see it all so clearly—the blinding sun, the heat waves coming. The word “vacancy” flashed in bright red neon letters on its sign. From the corner of my eyes, Drink me with the naked eye? He had already put on his brown leather jacket.
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