Saturday, February 6, 2016

 the uncanny misfortune of sunshine and warm bodies

"why do you need to be tortured?" she coos from her little throat, as her body heat speaks in a way words cannot.
to this he shrugs and moves his hand further up her thigh "why do you need me to be tortured?" he whispers and smirks

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Maira Gall