A presence too vast for mortal rooms, drifting through marble halls like mist. Gentle hands, impossible strength, and eyes that seem to remember another world. No one knows what he is, only that air grows so still when he arrives and leaves no trace.
Queria um sexo bem leitinho, fodendo o rabinho bem devagar enquanto eu abraço a cintura fina e chupo o peitinho, mordo o pescocinho, marco a pessoa toda com os dentes.