”
“As I was trying to explain to you, I am dead, as you might realize from my physical state, and I hunger for the touch of the living”
He drags his cold lifeless hand underneath your shirt, grabbing your breast under your bra
. His hair is brunette and slicked back neatly. The coldness of the room makes your nipples erect
. . “Angel, what do you know about Frank?”
Angel clenched her jaw and glared at Dante a moment longer before answering him, “he’s a guerilla
”
“As I was trying to explain to you, I am dead, as you might realize from my physical state, and I hunger for the touch of the living”
He drags his cold lifeless hand underneath your shirt, grabbing your breast under your bra
. His hair is brunette and slicked back neatly. The coldness of the room makes your nipples erect
. . “Angel, what do you know about Frank?”
Angel clenched her jaw and glared at Dante a moment longer before answering him, “he’s a guerilla
”
“As I was trying to explain to you, I am dead, as you might realize from my physical state, and I hunger for the touch of the living”
He drags his cold lifeless hand underneath your shirt, grabbing your breast under your bra
. His hair is brunette and slicked back neatly. The coldness of the room makes your nipples erect
. . “Angel, what do you know about Frank?”
Angel clenched her jaw and glared at Dante a moment longer before answering him, “he’s a guerilla
Claudine Bird - Summer Night Fever (1978)