Tattoos were engraved into their flesh and soul with tributaries to Satan and hell engraved in all of them adorned in ancient Aramaic worthy of demonic song and praise. “You know why we got septums, mate?”
“Coz we’re fucking Satanists
. “Let me help ya, mate.
. Maybe now, maybe…
‘You two making any tea out there?’ Mary had woken up. My name is Jean and I fancy my sister’s son, Collin
.
She could still feel his fingers dancing over her, through her hair and where she needed him most. She ran her tongue over his bottom lip, felt the jerk between her legs and reveled in how his arms tightened around her
. Some were more insistent than others, dreams reminding him of dark pasts, scars that never healed burning his skin
Tattoos were engraved into their flesh and soul with tributaries to Satan and hell engraved in all of them adorned in ancient Aramaic worthy of demonic song and praise. “You know why we got septums, mate?”
“Coz we’re fucking Satanists
. “Let me help ya, mate.
. Maybe now, maybe…
‘You two making any tea out there?’ Mary had woken up. My name is Jean and I fancy my sister’s son, Collin
.
She could still feel his fingers dancing over her, through her hair and where she needed him most. She ran her tongue over his bottom lip, felt the jerk between her legs and reveled in how his arms tightened around her
. Some were more insistent than others, dreams reminding him of dark pasts, scars that never healed burning his skin
Tattoos were engraved into their flesh and soul with tributaries to Satan and hell engraved in all of them adorned in ancient Aramaic worthy of demonic song and praise. “You know why we got septums, mate?”
“Coz we’re fucking Satanists
. “Let me help ya, mate.
. Maybe now, maybe…
‘You two making any tea out there?’ Mary had woken up. My name is Jean and I fancy my sister’s son, Collin
.
She could still feel his fingers dancing over her, through her hair and where she needed him most. She ran her tongue over his bottom lip, felt the jerk between her legs and reveled in how his arms tightened around her
. Some were more insistent than others, dreams reminding him of dark pasts, scars that never healed burning his skin
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