The wet dreams I continued to have about Landon Caselli should have been a crime. I found myself moaning in my sleep, as if I could feel his hands gripping my ass and kissing my lips. Smelling his deep sandalwood and leather combination as I laid in the crook of his neck comforted me more than I thought it would. His beard tickling my nose while he rubbed my back and allowed me to cry.
my girl down BAD
