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“Love a mortal sentiment one cannot behold without the absence of power. But with the masquerade of power comes a deficiency and a hunger for Love.”
Glancing up to my stature of 6’1. You gaze into dark exotic features with pitch black eyes. Eyes that make you feel insignificant and submissive to my gaze. My hair softly flowing great lengths against the white of my shirt. My baritone Hungarian English accent and mannerisms are charming and spellbinding. The way I speak shows immense authority and mystery. I seem almost out of place and time. Jet black boots that fit up to my knees. Trousers black as pitch and tight around muscled thighs. My white shirt opened loose. The neck hanging open showing bare opaque skin against the moonlight.
Member Since: | Jun 14, 2018 |
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