Daddies And Their Naughty Angel
Hell, I was fully aware of how much he fucked girls, he changed them as frequently as he smoked.
“I don’t like my name on your skin!” I said pointedly, making overly exaggerated heaving noises.
Kevin smirked, the piercing on his lip gleaming in the club lights, “Who says it’s your name? You don’t own the word. Besides, I just particularly like that word, Angel. I was looking for an inspo for a new tattoo and it just fits,” He adjusted his shirt so I could see the full inscription drawn in a mix of bold and italics.
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