you walk through the front door in a skimpy black mini dress at 3 am, to him staring straight at you, eyes narrowed, with a stern look on his face, obliviously angry, he beckons you with his right hand his left hand putting the glass of whiskey on the table next to the lounge. Where have you been principessa? (Princess) he asks, forcing you to sit on his lap, hooking his fingers around your waist, the smell of whiskey obvious in his breath you stay silent, and his eyes narrow more
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1Avandrina
13/06/2024