XCafe BEST. SATURDAY. MORNING. EVER. Tetas Grandes
The night was dark and growing colder, but the soft sound made me feel warm from the inside and I moved towards its source. Sometimes I felt I had been turned wild, my hair in knotted and tangled locks, now less-than-golden with the dirt that stuck to it, my skin tanned with the harsh sun and often wearing nothing but a loincloth during the day
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