176

se, her flawless skin was too white, her tear-stained face was too pitiful, so... he couldn't help but become gentle. Or perhaps, he simply couldn't afford not to be gentle with her...A long, lingerin...customed to pressing against her and venting its desires, feels a faint emptiness when it sleeps alone.Habit, truly a terrifying thing. I've grown accustomed to her body heat, her soft sighs, the tea...