Next chapter:
Chapter 2 - First MILF
PREVIEW
... p with a strange feeling that everything was even more wrong than usual.
The alarm rang at 6:10 a.m. The dark, stuffy room smelled of mold and sweat. The house was silent, as always, no "good morning," no sound of pans on the stove, just the ticking of the clock and the sound of his own breathing.
The loneliness had never felt so overwhelming.
Leonardo dragged himself to the cracked mirror, staring at his thin, pale reflection, with dark circles so deep they looked like b ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE