"I grow old ... I grow old ... I shall wear the bottoms of m..
Added 2021-12-21 16:49:08 +0000 UTC"I grow old ... I grow old ... I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me." I have some hysterical literature for us today. Please enjoy watching me wriggling about, edging myself while I read the Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, desperately trying not to cum prematurely. My reading ends with a very satisfying orgasm, maybe you can join me?
