“What do you think about that John?”
Green looked down at the smooth skin laid in his lap, her slip on wedges hanging on her toes
. He could see the thin black hairs that seemed to always plague his upper thighs, his skin shining with a blotched film of sweat.
Petite. Triston had seen what been done and protected his princess.
“What do you think about that John?”
Green looked down at the smooth skin laid in his lap, her slip on wedges hanging on her toes
. He could see the thin black hairs that seemed to always plague his upper thighs, his skin shining with a blotched film of sweat.
Petite. Triston had seen what been done and protected his princess.
“What do you think about that John?”
Green looked down at the smooth skin laid in his lap, her slip on wedges hanging on her toes
. He could see the thin black hairs that seemed to always plague his upper thighs, his skin shining with a blotched film of sweat.
Petite. Triston had seen what been done and protected his princess.
