One look, and you’ll forget what you were doing
One look, and you’ll forget what you were doing
One look, and you’ll forget what you were doing
don’t stop fucking me until my legs forget how to work
Big curves, sleek black outfit, and a gaze that pulls you into my world of […]
push it in deeper. i want to forget how to speak
push it in deeper. i want to forget how to speak
Forget magic—press your hips against mine until the stars fade. —Frieren, Frieren: Beyond Journey’s End