Beauty that leaves one frozen, not to be surprised anymore, faking not being affected is key.
Watching her think before responding - to anything - there is a search engine inside querying an internet of everything, just waiting...
Desires as hot as mid-summer desert asphalt pave a road to the infinite possibilities of what she might say next.
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Author:
Alex_Geeberg (
Offline) - Published: January 17th, 2017 17:06
- Category: Love
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