Myss Klassie just finished her balloon content and is bruised on her perfect peach. Do you think that'd stop her from demanding you to lick her soles? To bite off the fishnets and nibble her feet like savoring your last meal. ********** by the sound of her whispers telling you to grip it, stroke it, grab it while your face is buried between her cheeks. Gasping for air? That's okay! Who said you needed any anyway? You have the sweet fragrance of Myss Klassies shea butter/coconut oil tincture filling your lungs to fullest capacity. There's no room for anything else. Be grateful. This is bliss. You're gifted this opportunity. Live in the moment, for that is all you're granted. Just one brief moment.
