Touch your thighs, I'm the lonely one.
The monotony took over her whole body, controlling her brain with the strength of a thousand faint screams of souls gasping for air. The regular, small changes of everyday were not enough to satisfy her hunger - she needed to increase her amount, to feel that frenetic roar of a new world becoming part of her. There was nothing new there, she was ( Read more... )
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