It was the third time in the last two weeks that I had visited Kev, my tattoo artist. I made my way up the building in an old, wooden cage elevator to the seventh floor. I only went for a tattoo, but settled for a lustful surprise.
It was the third time in the last two weeks that I had visited Kev, my tattoo artist. I made my way up the building in an old, wooden cage elevator to the seventh floor. I only went for a tattoo, but settled for a lustful surprise.
The feeling of being abandoned by one's own family was not unknown to Aadhira. She hates her family for abandoning her when she was only a newborn, leaving her in the hands of her uncle and aunt.
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