Thread:Rose thorn rocks/@comment-27147599-20180602021412/@comment-27824390-20180604031401

Morgan blushed and let out a soft moan and relaxed in his grip, letting out a soft whine of need. "A-ahn..." She panted softly and leaned against him, "f...fine...." She whined

"You were about 100.. The young adult age of your breed.. And I was 227..."