<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://files.catbox.moe/k872lq.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><strong>Calvin Luther</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Adam<br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: overline;">           </span></span></span></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><br/>Once I allow myself to imagine, it is almost hard to stop.<br/><br/>"I would like very much to kneel before her. To kneel down and kiss her feet.  To feel my lips kissing their way up her legs, up and up, until I might worship her completely with my lips and tongue."<br/><br/>I blush warmly the images that are forming in my mind.