Melons. The girls. Gazongas. I could rattle off every nickname in the world for my boobs – oops nearly forgot jubblies – but it didn’t change the fact they were small.
When someone loves you, the way they talk about you is different. You feel safe and comfortable.
Those sweet lips. My, oh my, I could kiss those lips all night long. Good things come to those who wait.
Please, touch me, I pray.
Quando qualcuno ti ama, il modo in cui pronuncia il tuo nome è differente. Sai che il tuo nome è al sicuro nella sua bocca.
