the lamb that used to occupy my pfp has been sadly slaughtered, buttt... i have a shiny new era :3 so don’t worry about it too much. it was always going to inevitably happen
you just know old maniel’s purse is silky smooth, with the softest rim, waiting to be stretched and filled with his lovers metallic spend. he yearns to be left gaping bc his favorite part always comes next - armand cleaning him out with his tongue as he cries into his pillow