had they not anyone told you that fear is a friend short legs and short words.
Nor that in his world there is no room for the consistency and vision, or the honesty and righteousness. No.
had they ever said.
was just jealous of the photos and the past, obsessed with sensuality and the flesh that she had given others that it was not him.
As an alpha male in the control of its territory mined grunted bellowing angry, resigned quietly disguised as a fake intellectual.
Forget your pictures, let it be his letters: those without would not be the one you love now, "he said. Even if it hurts.
It's better than being called by the name of another, he told her.
It's better than being confused with the habit and comfort, or exchange the sound of a stream with water to drain sewage.
Dozens of shots, scattered on the floor and warm wood desk.
Dozens of shots, scattered on the floor and warm wood desk.
you look in the eyes of lascivious room. She caresses her thighs at the point where the skin is a parenthesis between the black of white socks and garters. She stars with fingers to cover the nipples. She stretched and offer biting fingers and lips. Her eyes more and more obscene. And then turns bold, naked flesh, raw meat.
Giving her the bitch do not even realize that he was made even more bitch.
continued to twitch the abdomen for another five minutes and tormenting her nails for another four. Then he took three colors, two sheets and one of those photos.
And he began to draw it.
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