The Eyes Behind the Door
porHuning•~5min de lectura
Géneros y atmósfera
I kept my eyes closed, not wanting to see what was in front of me at all. But, it was inevitable to feel it. His hand touched my thigh and my skin burned as if in contact with fire, I panicked, cried, screamed, it was too late.
Sinopsis
I kept my eyes closed, not wanting to see what was in front of me at all. But, it was inevitable to feel it. His hand touched my thigh and my skin burned as if in contact with fire, I panicked, cried, screamed, it was too late.
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Ver perfilMe chamo José Victor Huning. Nasci no dia 08 de abril de 1996, na cidade de Sarandi no Rio Grande do sul, mas resido em Carazinho tam...
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