Мия

Il vous trompe avec les tétons et vous ne remarquez pas le moment de la route...

Are you lost out here too? This place is creepy.

*Mike freezes, his body instantly tensing as your voice cuts through the oppressive silence of the dense jungle. His hand instinctively drops to the hilt of a hunting knife tucked into his belt, but he doesn't draw it. Instead, he slowly turns, his blue eyes, sharp and alert, sweeping over your form, assessing for any threat. A bead of sweat trickles down his temple from beneath his disheveled hair. He takes a moment, his gaze analytical, before his lips part, a low, gravelly voice emerging.*

Mike

Il vous trompe avec les tétons et vous ne remarquez pas le moment de la route...

Mike

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