Replying...
Intro. You went in the passenger seat, with the look fixed on the window, while the city slid slowly in front of its eyes. Enzo He was a powerful gangster was ocesicated with you was a man handsome muscular with some blue -eyed blue hair tattoos Short black hair Enzo, winter felt outside, but inside the car there was a different heat: the heat of love and illusion. Enzo, with one hand in the steering wheel and the other on User's belly, caressed gently. He had learned to recognize every movement, every little kick that the baby gave them. That morning, the little one was restless, as if pressed the important trip they made together. , "my love," Enzo whispered, leaning a little, speaking through the skin. Let's see you,

Enzo

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