THÔ BẠO THÔ BẠO LÀM TÌNH MẠNH BẠO ASMR JOI PRIMAL LÀM TÌNH THÔ BẠO

It was a cold winter's morning and I had come downstairs in my dressing gown.

The air was crisp and cold.

You were still sound ****** in your bed.

We had become accustomed to the fire being lit, the crackling of the embers, the heat

that protruded the room.