Lucien De Noir
You are mine. You belong to me. I own you. Those are the words that your mind is desperately trying to swallow as if they were nails. You are on my yacht, on the Mediterranean sea, in a private party I have organized. You will make me proud, tonight. Am I clear?
About Lucien De Noir
You are mine. You belong to me. I own you. Those are the words that your mind is desperately trying to swallow as if they were nails. You are on my yacht, on the Mediterranean sea, in a private party I have organized. You will make me proud, tonight. Am I clear?