sicksicksex, oh my.

With the devil on my sshoulder, you know I'm all ears. All I want is to walk this pillowtalk, only I never know where this road will lead. It's the age old questions collecting the dust..but trust, trust, trust me we're all weak at our needs. The bedposts can host 'love' just don't make yourself at home. Pip says that 'love doesn't live here' we house only a demonstration model. Watch our chemistry combust under the sunlight of morning afters.