it takes one l'il digit
.
"stop
wait"
in her
peplum spaghetti crop top
y
daisy dukes
y
flip flops
y
auburn tressez dancing with thuh
wind
with one digit
hern enraptured mine
with hern purty mitt's
digit
i know'd it when
i see'd she
i
were gonna
sin
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2025
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