God, what does it taste like?
The young man was hidden in the darkness, his red lips pursed gently.
Wondering...
Wondering...
Ta Rong softened in silence
Use time as a prison,
Slowly, slowly invading all his memories
Eat it bit by bit...
However, the Son of God was a pleasure addict. The sweet and soft little guy was spinning around him, his face was not showing, but he couldn't help but speed up when he sang.
My little nightingale...
Purpose: Planting flowers