Lighthouse Artistry ®

† Roshan Gurmeet Singh

The Sunlight streamed with the buoyancy of ribbons bowed around the lacy garters of Gal Gadot's thigh. She looked at me with an invitational wanderlust and gestured for me to remove her panties while staring at me straight in the eyes. The scent of her almond skin made the leaves scintillate with garden dew and scented with yesterday's petrichor.

I want to fuck someone raw and wicked.

I belong to the Naagin clan.

I want to make Valeria Lukyanova come Sara Lee pound cake when she orgasms.

Someone owes me a quattuordecillion, ten to the power of 45 zeros. That's the minimum amount. Gold and silver baby.

When I went to swim at the beach the other day at Siloso Beach, I was greeted by the aquatic beings or mermaid people with a kelp garland.

I want to fuck Zinastar Mahadevi on the White House lawn.