А я ночью почитала свой первый nc-17 по PoI.
“R-r-right, J-John. I-I-I.. can.. ahh.. tell.” was all the shorter man could muster. “How-how hard will you-you go?”
Reese chuckled that chuckle of his and whispered again in Harold’s ear.
“Let’s just say, when I’m done with you.. you’ll have another reason to limp.”

@темы: I eat trash, PoI