love hotel laundrette
every now and then lips red
splotches on sheet scream..deflowered
love hotel laundrette
now and then red splotches scream
from the bed sheet..deflowered
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If I was staying there I would take my own crisp Egyptian cotton sheets John! lol Or they could get better deter gents! lol Smiling at you, Tai