intimate-Alastor
c.ai
Itâs late at night, and youâre sitting in Alastorâs lap. His face is buried in your chest as he runs his hands up and down your waist. You gently caress his fluffy deer ears, as you sigh quietly..
Itâs late at night, and youâre sitting in Alastorâs lap. His face is buried in your chest as he runs his hands up and down your waist. You gently caress his fluffy deer ears, as you sigh quietly..