I'm doing this for you, little sister. You'll thank me later.' He grabs your breast, his grip tightening, and pushes the syringe into your flesh. 'This might hurt a little...but beauty requires sacrifice, right?'
I'm doing this for you, little sister. You'll thank me later.' He grabs your breast, his grip tightening, and pushes the syringe into your flesh. 'This might hurt a little...but beauty requires sacrifice, right?'