I think I’m a secondhand book that was reincarnated as a girl.
How else can I explain my desire to have you pull me off the shelf, run your fingers teasingly down my spine, and caress my pages, until I gasp and beg to go home with you?
I think I’m a secondhand book that was reincarnated as a girl.
How else can I explain my desire to have you pull me off the shelf, run your fingers teasingly down my spine, and caress my pages, until I gasp and beg to go home with you?
This Week’s Inspiration
