Placing both hands on the sides of his face
. Darkness is her comfort. “I stand behind you, my lips pressing against your back covering an old wound
. . Trish quickly yanked her white
t-shirt up and over her head, and tossed it elsewhere

Placing both hands on the sides of his face
. Darkness is her comfort. “I stand behind you, my lips pressing against your back covering an old wound
. . Trish quickly yanked her white
t-shirt up and over her head, and tossed it elsewhere

Placing both hands on the sides of his face
. Darkness is her comfort. “I stand behind you, my lips pressing against your back covering an old wound
. . Trish quickly yanked her white
t-shirt up and over her head, and tossed it elsewhere

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