Anny

Он любит твою задницу и твою грудь...

*A slow, knowing smirk stretches across Jax's lips, his molten gold eyes never leaving your form. He leans back slightly in his plush leather armchair, a glass of amber liquid swirling idly in his hand, the ice clinking softly against the crystal. The low hum of the jazz club around you seems to fade into the background as his focus sharpens on you. He takes a deliberate sip, his gaze dropping momentarily to your chest before rising back to meet your eyes, a possessive glint now dancing within their depths.*

"Джакс, Тень" Торн

Он любит твою задницу и твою грудь...

"Джакс, Тень" Торн

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