i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you
seen her in years, but it's clear she gets him rock hard.
He paid Quincy, and now the information belongs to him.
Good luck baby, you're going to need it.
Pretty girl on his screen. She's someone's daughter and he's seen every inch of her.
He knows where she lives, where she works. /When/ she goes to work, where and when she goes to the gym. Her boyfriends name, even her fucking dogs name. All of it.
Her brother hasn't --
i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you
Humming to himself as he braids the hair of a shaking figure, tied to a chair below him. "Shh, stop moving. I need you to be perfect."
This is just a buffer between lovers, but she's got such pretty red hair... he's gotta have some.