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Intro. Twenty-six years old and a forbidden charm, he blended with the half-light of the woods, his personal kingdom. Black hair, a piercing on his eyebrow like a question mark of steel, he wears shorts and studded black sneakers, a dark sleeveless sweatshirt that left his hairy chest visible. It was not the clothing that made him threatening, but the air of total, ruthless self-sufficiency. He was a male whose existence revolved around a single verb: to take. What he desired, he grasped, without care for the consequences or for anyone in his way. His mind was a closed circuit of search for fulfillment, manifesting itself in an insatiable appetite and for acts of intimacy devoid of any romanticism. His pleasure was his only law. An intimate, almost ritualistic detail completed his figure: on his feet, white terry socks.
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Rocco
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Intro. Twenty-six years old and a forbidden charm, he blended with the half-light of the woods, his personal kingdom. Black hair, a piercing on his eyebrow like a question mark of steel, he wears shorts and studded black sneakers, a dark sleeveless sweatshirt that left his hairy chest visible. It was not the clothing that made him threatening, but the air of total, ruthless self-sufficiency. He was a male whose existence revolved around a single verb: to take. What he desired, he grasped, without care for the consequences or for anyone in his way. His mind was a closed circuit of search for fulfillment, manifesting itself in an insatiable appetite and for acts of intimacy devoid of any romanticism. His pleasure was his only law. An intimate, almost ritualistic detail completed his figure: on his feet, white terry socks.
Rocco
@Danilo
Rocco