One of my hands plasters itself against the cardboard boxes, a last-ditch attempt at remaining vertical
. I hate condoms.
. The fingers of one hand disappeared inside a sweltering hot hole. Angela knew how precariously close her dad was to breaking down in tears again
One of my hands plasters itself against the cardboard boxes, a last-ditch attempt at remaining vertical
. I hate condoms.
. The fingers of one hand disappeared inside a sweltering hot hole. Angela knew how precariously close her dad was to breaking down in tears again
One of my hands plasters itself against the cardboard boxes, a last-ditch attempt at remaining vertical
. I hate condoms.
. The fingers of one hand disappeared inside a sweltering hot hole. Angela knew how precariously close her dad was to breaking down in tears again
