5″i look you in your eyes. fangs longing for the taste of your neck. hands yerning to feel the trembles of your body as i feed. there's no escaping me deary. you can either make this easy or be dropped on the run.
5″i look you in your eyes. fangs longing for the taste of your neck. hands yerning to feel the trembles of your body as i feed. there's no escaping me deary. you can either make this easy or be dropped on the run.
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