



ironies
byLady Anadare•~2min
Genres & Atmosphere
Irony was the way his lips ran over the bare, smooth skin. Irony was the teasing and the sweetness when eyes met. Irony was the delicacy of the touches that left deep marks... But not on the skin. Irony was always wanting more of that sweet poison that burned down his throat.
Synopsis
Irony was the way his lips ran over the bare, smooth skin. Irony was the teasing and the sweetness when eyes met. Irony was the delicacy of the touches that left deep marks... But not on the skin. Irony was always wanting more of that sweet poison that burned down his throat.
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