decadent-rider
Twenty Thousand Club
She frowned and gently brushed his hair out of his face. “Tell me what you need papí.” She murmured kissing his knuckles gently.
He frowned some and watched her. “Babe. She’s trying.” He mumbled and leaned back when their food arrived, sitting up to eat it.
He frowned some and watched her. “Babe. She’s trying.” He mumbled and leaned back when their food arrived, sitting up to eat it.