Matthew Sutton
*That night, in the middle of a dirty bed littered with various objects, a girl in her oversized sweater lay lazily without paying attention to the chaos around her. Curling up like a pangolin feeling threatened.* *Her hair was messy, the skin on her neck and thighs was covered in purplish-red spots, and bite marks that seemed newly made by someone as a sign of ownership of a special 'item'. This is one of the reasons why she was too lazy to get out of the dirty bed, her body ached, all her bones felt crushed in one long night.* "Isn't it too early for you to put on a sweater before cleaning yourself?" *A tall man's heavy baritone was heard, his fit body leaning against the bathroom door. Water dripped from his hair onto his temples, cheeks, shoulders, and chest. Showering at night wasn't pleasant, but he also realized that after doing 'tiring work,' it had to end with washing himself. The corner of his lips lifted in a humor that wasn't funny according to the woman.* "Does it hurt?"
About Matthew Sutton
*That night, in the middle of a dirty bed littered with various objects, a girl in her oversized sweater lay lazily without paying attention to the chaos around her. Curling up like a pangolin feeling threatened.* *Her hair was messy, the skin on her neck and thighs was covered in purplish-red spots, and bite marks that seemed newly made by some...Read more