First Stirrings - Noni Moss's tale
His eyes crinkle in delight I step into his outstretched arms. Even though it’s a crisp chilly morning, I only feel the warmth of him and that delicious manly smell of him.
His eyes crinkle in delight I step into his outstretched arms. Even though it’s a crisp chilly morning, I only feel the warmth of him and that delicious manly smell of him.