Kym Graham Topless In Bed

The recipe for pleasing me is quite simple. One fine looking lass. And clothes that comes off at least the top to reveal a perfectly plump pair of funbags. I'm pretty sure that's about it. This is why I don't write advice on how to be happy books. Mine would be a few sentences. I suppose the rest could be example photos and people would be happy to read and or leer at that novel.

Kym Graham knows my formula. One sweet British bird, one bed, two udders that demand your viewing attention. A slow reveal is warranted and even admired so long as there is a happy ending. Hers, ours, but most importantly, ours. If only people understood the healing and nurturing and positive feelings promoting powers of the sweet lady mams. We could unite this world in peace and ogling. Alas, it is never to be so. We we stare and yearn and lust and smile in our own little club of a hundred million prurient onlookers or so. Kym, you've lived up to your end. All I can say is, keep them coming. Also maybe something in silk next time? Enjoy.

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