Voulez-vous couchez avec mon snugglefestival? You see, my little petal, I am a lover, not a fighter. I am a wearer of Bittersweets. What could be more seductive? The bed is already disheveled. Too forward, you say? But, my little cabbage, understand, I only wear dangerous looking jewelry. My heart is pure gold.
Yours, Oliver
1 comment:
Give me that dog right now!
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