(by tara.biglari)
her summer dresses flutter above her knees, flirting with a giggle of skin.
i know the feeling of her soft, pale skin beneath my thumbs, my fingers, my lips.

(by tara.biglari)
her summer dresses flutter above her knees, flirting with a giggle of skin.
i know the feeling of her soft, pale skin beneath my thumbs, my fingers, my lips.

her summer dresses flutter above her knees, flirting with a giggle of skin. i know the feeling of her soft, pale skin...