He was crying, but I didn’t care how he felt
. “Fuck me,” she whispered, “please. I played with the witch’s heart for hundreds of years, and this was my penance for never opening myself up to her
. . " How would she know that"
He was crying, but I didn’t care how he felt
. “Fuck me,” she whispered, “please. I played with the witch’s heart for hundreds of years, and this was my penance for never opening myself up to her
. . " How would she know that"
He was crying, but I didn’t care how he felt
. “Fuck me,” she whispered, “please. I played with the witch’s heart for hundreds of years, and this was my penance for never opening myself up to her
. . " How would she know that"
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