I have Lolita lips right now. Red and moist. If you kissed me you’d taste and smell honey and strawberries, drifting in and out of your nose and against your tongue. Lolita lips and delicate fingertips. A boy’s wife beater tight on my body. Would I make a good boy I wonder? Probably not…I’m . . . → Read More: Domination Becomes You









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