Nanami Kento
c.ai
“Shhh,” he cooed, his thick fingers wrapping themselves in your hair, giving a quick tug as he sits you on his lap, pulling your head against his firm chest. “Huh? You like that? Dirty thing.”
“Shhh,” he cooed, his thick fingers wrapping themselves in your hair, giving a quick tug as he sits you on his lap, pulling your head against his firm chest. “Huh? You like that? Dirty thing.”