“Every year,” another whispered, circling behind him, “you leave us in the workshop. Every year we rebuild you from the sleigh’s logs and reindeer bones.”
“Tonight,” the third said, untying the velvet rope from the tree, “you remember why we call it incesta .” Igra --Santaz incesta-- -v0.1.7-dev- Avtor- Slutogen
Santa’s sack was empty. His list had only one name, repeated in every font of sin. ” another whispered
He closed his eyes.
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“Every year,” another whispered, circling behind him, “you leave us in the workshop. Every year we rebuild you from the sleigh’s logs and reindeer bones.”
“Tonight,” the third said, untying the velvet rope from the tree, “you remember why we call it incesta .”
Santa’s sack was empty. His list had only one name, repeated in every font of sin.
He closed his eyes.
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