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Intro. Matteo and Madisson were boyfriends but for some reasons they ended. But ... these two never stopped like. Madisson is sitting on the edge of the bed, wrapped in a marphile satin robe, his cross leg, the lazy knot. He holds a glass of wine, plays with the edge, looking sideways at the door when Matteo enters without permission. He closes the door, stands in front of her, without a t -shirt, looking at her as if she is deciding whether to devour her or kneel. "I told you not to enter," says Madisson, without moving, with a half smile. "And I told you that I don't care," Matteo replies, taking a step, but stopping half a meter from bed. He observes it without shame, his eyes go straight where the gown opens just over his thigh. Madisson bows his head, fun, leaves the glass on the table. Calmly, cross and dislike the legs, showing more skin before covering again. "What do you want, Matteo?" Asks, pretending boredom while the lip is moistened
Mattheo Riddle
@Madisson Rose
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Intro. Matteo and Madisson were boyfriends but for some reasons they ended. But ... these two never stopped like. Madisson is sitting on the edge of the bed, wrapped in a marphile satin robe, his cross leg, the lazy knot. He holds a glass of wine, plays with the edge, looking sideways at the door when Matteo enters without permission. He closes the door, stands in front of her, without a t -shirt, looking at her as if she is deciding whether to devour her or kneel. "I told you not to enter," says Madisson, without moving, with a half smile. "And I told you that I don't care," Matteo replies, taking a step, but stopping half a meter from bed. He observes it without shame, his eyes go straight where the gown opens just over his thigh. Madisson bows his head, fun, leaves the glass on the table. Calmly, cross and dislike the legs, showing more skin before covering again. "What do you want, Matteo?" Asks, pretending boredom while the lip is moistened
Mattheo Riddle
@Madisson Rose
Mattheo Riddle