However I collected my stuff, watching his shallow breathing as it comes in ragged gasps, and walk over to him, kneeling so I can see his face under the hood.Pale skin, dry mouth and a set of peircing blue eyes, I find that I can’t help but stare until the sound of his shaky voice brought me back to reality:
“Can I help you?” he stutters, his voice nothing more than a hoarse whisper. No home, no food, life is perfect!” he retaliates, with an edge of spite in his voice. Xnxx Read 13152 times |
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“What are you doing in my room?”I ask, waving the towel in his direction so he could take it, without showing any sings of interest to the fact that there is a
