He was staring hard, not at his wife and me but at his daughter watching us. In his cold pupil, in the firm twist of his lips, was reflected Madame Miyagi's orgasm reflected in her daughter's gaze.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
He was staring hard, not at his wife and me but at his daughter watching us. In his cold pupil, in t...
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