He flipped her over on threw her on the bed, where he slapped her back and forth, across her face, the flawless skin, stained red
. .
. . I don’t belong to Ron or anyone else for that matter
He flipped her over on threw her on the bed, where he slapped her back and forth, across her face, the flawless skin, stained red
. .
. . I don’t belong to Ron or anyone else for that matter
He flipped her over on threw her on the bed, where he slapped her back and forth, across her face, the flawless skin, stained red
. .
. . I don’t belong to Ron or anyone else for that matter
Claudia Gerini, Crisula Stafida - Tulpa. Perdizioni mortali (2012)