So, you wish to serve as my chair, Well then, on your hands and knees let me lower my bare curves down upon your back, The soft fabric of my gown brushing over your skin. Chairs don't speak.
So, you wish to serve as my chair, Well then, on your hands and knees let me lower my bare curves down upon your back, The soft fabric of my gown brushing over your skin. Chairs don't speak.