oh incheol, my beautiful uke. oh incheol my love, my light, how I wish to be choked by your firm thighs, how I wish for you to be underneath me with your slicked back hair all messed up, how I wish to see you squirm and whimper that sly expression nowhere to be found, how I wish to breath in your scent and make you my omega, oh incheol, how long iv...... 4 reply
