naked, she unzipped
Leather for a monster hide
Full frontal horror.
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Inspired by my brother Mike’s story.
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Comments (7)
Very frightening ♦️🌼🌼🌼♦️
Oooo, loved how dark this was!
So stark and spooky!!
This is amazing 😁
🔥
Thank you, Sis, wonderful work
Nice work...and I didn't know you were related!