rape

Andrew threw Safira's body onto the bed, his eyes poisoning her body.

A girl was lying on a bed in his working room, she was wearing a pink dress and ribbon-accented wedges, her face looked innocent and honest, her hair hanging down fully part of the pillow.

The two bulges on her chest looked so proportioned, neither too big nor too small, her skin looked clean and healthy, it can be sure that everything in her body was still natural.

Her make-up looks radiant, with taut pink lips, no eyebrow painted, eyelash extensions, no face painting, no surgery, neither contouring job, and shading make-up technique, only her proportional jaw, a small sharp nose with curly black hair framing the lids, and eyebrows on her eyes was perfect.

Andrew supported his chin while pulling a smile that never left his face, he laughed to himself ."I found women like your style when I was in high school, but now even the high school students were familiar with and proficient in using cosmetics, but you, the gir