Luca Hollestelle Nude Novels & Stories

"First, you're an asshole. Second, don't call my kid damn. And third, what the fuck? What do you mean accusing me—" And suddenly, he pulled out a photo from his pocket, and I looked at the dark photo. "What's this?" I asked, not understanding. "Take a good look," Ikaros said. And then, I finally saw myself in the photo, drinking at a bar. But that wasn't me. Yes, it was my face, yes, I had a shirt like that, but I didn't remember that moment. Meanwhile, there was a man next to me, leaning his head on my shoulder, his hand sneaking behind my waist. His face wasn't visible. The photo overall was unclear due to disco lights and various effects.