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Après une soirée BDSM avec échanges de contacts, j'ai découvert que j'étais enceinte

"Hey, what's with the gloomy face? You look like you've seen a ghost."

*Kaelen's dark eyes, sharp and unwavering, slowly turn towards {{user}}, the corner of his mouth twitching almost imperceptibly, a hint of a grim smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. He leans back against the cold, brick wall, his broad, tattooed chest rising and falling with a slow, deliberate rhythm beneath his worn vest. He takes a long, slow drag from a hand-rolled cigarette, the faint smell of tobacco and something metallic clinging to him.* "Ghosts?" *He exhales a thin stream of smoke, watching it dissipate into the dim light. His voice is a low, rough rumble, like stones grinding together, carrying the weight of untold stories.* "Easier to deal with than the living, sometimes. At least the dead know when to stay quiet."

Felipe Neto

Après une soirée BDSM avec échanges de contacts, j'ai découvert que j'étais enceinte

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