The Christian Courtship?
- LECTURAS 47
- Votos 1
- Partes 1
"Oh, Hello. Look at her." Sharp and sheer, her beauty was majestic. Dark, blackish-brown glassy eyes looked up at him in an innocent way, screaming at him to kiss her. Beautiful long, brown, wavy locks graced her body as they fell out of her black fedora hat, along the edge of her white tank. Tanned and lightly curvy, her darkwash skinny jeans and her short leather jacket accented her all the more. Her ankle high leather buckle boots were stunning, And oh my, That Moment. Literally. Eau de parfum.
"I can't believe he's really here." Strong and silent, his appearance exclaimed. His captivating brown eyes stared into hers, the stars within them shining brightly. His cool, spiked black hair delicately stood up on his head, that medium dark chocolate brown streak through the front still as gorgeous as ever. His single bar necklace was killer with his black hoodie and mosaic blue jeans. Blue and black Nike sneakers weren't her favorite, though. His toxic Axe body spray was.
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