baby–fatale: “His hands do not deny the delicate way they undress me on days I can’t stop hiding from his stare. He sows vulnerability into my skin. It’s the only thing he wants to see me walking around in.” J.R Rogue

baby–fatale: “His hands do not deny the delicate way they undress me on days I can’t stop hiding from his stare. He sows vulnerability into my skin. It’s the only thing he wants to see me walking around in.” J.R Rogue

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