LIPS part at that angle, in that odd twisting function that never fails to amaze or dazzle, depending on the case. Smiling. It - yes, it - is happy now, contented that it has gotten its way. As usual.
She watches and doesn't feel hungry anymore. She's too busy being disgusted.
Monday, January 4, 2010
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