Lust fades after climax, love lasts until breakfast! — Tom Conrad
Lust fades after climax, love lasts until breakfast! — Tom Conrad
Lust fades after climax, love lasts until breakfast! — Tom Conrad
Lust fades after climax, love lasts until breakfast! — Tom Conrad
Lust fades after climax, love lasts until breakfast! — Tom Conrad
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Lust fades after climax, love lasts until breakfast!

— Tom Conrad
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