Nikkala is always good in the morning sun:
She loves with her eyes initially,
Then pulls the robe down a little at a time
Revealing her breasts and magnificent waist:
I drop my coffee on my white pants!
The pain is searing, yet the view is breath taking:
Funny how quickly spilt coffee can cool:
Leaving me with a hard intention
Softened by regrets;
Holding Nikkala close with tears in my eyes
I take her to the bedroom
Place on the bed
Go to the bathroom and
Rub some soothing salve on the
Second degree burns!
The moans and screams subside
When Nikkala holds my burning proboscis.
Robert Hayes
Nikkala is always good in the morning sun: She loves with her eyes initially, Then pulls the robe down a little at a time Revealing her breasts and magnificent waist: I drop my coffee on my white pants! The pain is searing, yet the view is breath taking: Funny how quickly spilt coffee can cool: Leaving me with a hard intention Softened by regrets; Holding Nikkala close with tears in my eyes I take her to the bedroom Place on the bed Go to the bathroom and Rub some soothing salve on the Second degree burns! The moans and screams subside When Nikkala holds my burning proboscis.