There was no sexier sound on earth to him. It was an old ragged army jacket liner, a black turtleneck, and written upon the shirt was the word “Death” in whiteout-like paint. Redtube You’re joking right?” the Goth said. Ally spoke first. He had dark brown hair, blue eyes, was quite thin and pale, yet was… how to say… gifted. They both snapped out of their respective trances. There was a tattoo of a black rose. There was an old black lady accompanied by a younger Mexican man. “What was that? “Slave hasn’t forgotten you, Mistress V…” he said, and jammed a finger up her slit. They both snapped out of their respective trances.
