I've spent the last couple hours cataloging each wrinkle on my face. On a completely unrelated note, one of my students referred to an article published in 1988 as "an article from the late 1900s". Welcome to my mental breakdown!
My filthy little pig loves the smell of my sweaty feet so I let them inhale between my toes after a long day ? Sometimes he gets lucky enough to taste them too ? [Domme]