that’s red. people said it’s beautiful and sweet. and that’s yours. i dont know whether there is someone else who ever tried. but in every occasion, my eyes only focus on that. there is fire. and I know that’s burning. the Apple on your face.
that’s red. like my beating everytime it smiling. that’s wet. like my panties every watching blue film. you licking it, washing the crack. you bad dude! inviting me to be a taster. the Apple on your face.
that’s red. and i’m dying to take a sip. can i have a little bit? even if the sin would be the burden. but do you believe in beautiful sin? that’ll be you and the Apple on your face.