( he's already expecting good things when he sees isabelle's name pop up on his screen but — no, holy shit, rene wasn't expecting that.
the image lingers on his too-bright screen for 10 seconds, 9, 8 ... and then it's gone just like that, his screen reverting back to a too-short log of recent contacts. feeling practically breathless, feeling like even his brain's tongue-tied, thoughts a jumbled mess of english and spanish and obscenities and gracias, dios and —
he's gotta reply fast, or maybe she'll take his lack of response for disinterest, when it's anything but. )
( of course, seconds don't tick like a threatening thud within her chest the way they surely do for him— and while she isn't expecting it to take long, there's always the possibility that he prefers, once more, to play hard to get. it kept an ember of interest between the two, kept them from ever getting comfortable. though she has to say, she's certainly pleased at the immediacy of his response. )
Yeah? I was thinking you might still be feeling stubborn. I know you're a busy man, querido.
( but she's still sprawled out on tousled sheets just as she'd given him an image of, and she's far to restless to let sleep find her just yet. )
i aint no fool no man in his rite mind would choose 2 stay stubborn over appreciating something so beautiful
besides im never 2 busy 4 u, hermosa
( or for more snaps like that one, no matter how much that stubborn part of him that she'd so helpfully referenced is yapping at him for falling for isabelle's bait hook, line, and sinker. there are just some things he can't, won't deny himself. )
( that's the thing with a place like cadelle, it didn't place nearly enough space between it's residents to keep temptation from curling it's tendrils about her know-better, relieving inhibitions for a night of want rather than duty; rather than why she was here. and maybe that's why she's giving in, for the distraction, for something worthy to sink her teeth into. )
How would you appreciate it, exactly? You like to run your mouth, so indulge me.
mmm well since ur so clearly thinking about my mouth already i guess its only fair 2 indulge u
( and since his bite can't quite make an appearance through the phone, rene's bark will have to do in the dim glow that sparsely lights up his nearly-empty bedroom, fingers tapping away as he types in a feeble attempt to sate the warmth licking through his gut. )
id like 2 bend u over my bed maybe kneel in front of u so i can get a better look watch how ur thighs press 2gether cuz u werent expecting my hands 2 grab ur ass like that fuckin gorgeous
Considering I've gotten you worked up enough to participate, letting you pick the position is fair. I favor that one, cari, you're on the right track.
( meaning that slow-kindle of a fire begins to catch beneath her navel, causing pearled teeth to sink into the plush of her lip, dragging off in a sharp snare to the side with a slightly flushed breath. there's no denying the way she gives a little writhe within those sheets, how viscerally she responds to him— at least, for now, it's hidden. )
Don't tell me you'd just touch. I think you know by now you don't have to be so gentle with me.
( rene knows, immediately, what she's implying, and the realization hits him like a truck, practically knocks the wind right out of him. god, she's full of surprises, and he doesn't think he'll ever get tired of it. the fact that she so unabashedly knows what she wants and isn't afraid to say it is enough to make him want to scramble out of bed and find whatever goddamn apartment she's living in.
but no, there's more to this than simply fulfilling physical desires, he thinks, or she would've just invited him over and told him to shut up and take his clothes off. )
i could bend u over my knee if ud rather, princesa ud like that wouldnt u?
( it wasn't as if there wasn't appeal to the thought of inviting him over, finding a way to cease that husky tone of his— but believe it or not, that's the last thing she wants to do. there's a particular satisfaction to being talked to, imagining the way low timbre's of his voice might growl those words just against her ear; that alone is enough to leave thighs clasping together, eyes fluttering closed a prolonged moment.
there's no need to play coy, to deny herself such a cardinal pleasure. no one got what they wanted that way. )
I would like that. You know I would. How many times do you think you could spank me before I begged for you to stop? Or for more.
hard 2 say i have a feeling u could take a lot u n me hermosa we're strong willed
( the thought of isabelle, vulnerable and exposed to him, his name on her tongue, panted needily as she begs for more despite the sting of red that colors her skin, is enough to make rene's stomach flip upside down, give him that feeling you get when you jolt awake 'cause you think you're falling off a cliff. holy hell, this girl. )
think id like 2 make u squirm a little when u beg 4 more tho think id let my hands knead n squeeze ur ass even tho i kno ur sore cuz i can see the marks bet if i slipped my hand between ur thighs ud be so wet i bet ur so wet rite now r u?
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( he should know exactly how much he's getting to her by the fact that she's given in, that she's talking back, not only entertaining every detail he so givingly paints her, but encouraging him for more. she's never claimed she wasn't a greedy girl, pleasure wasn't at the utmost of her priorities, but when she wanted, it was relentless. licking a fire through every inch of her only to radiate back to that little bundle betwixt her hips. )
Yeah, baby, I'm wet. I can't help it. And I know I'd feel you getting hard against me, when I writhe and whimper in your lap, find a way to rub against you to make it even more difficult not to snap.
But maybe that's what I want. ( lithe digits teasing at the rim of lace hugged to her hips, only thing holding her back being that they weren't his fingers. ) For you to bend me over that bed when you can't take it anymore.
( she'd most certainly feel him getting hard as she squirms against his lap — makes him realize just how hard he's getting in the here and now, even when she's however far away and he's reliant on his own imagination to provide him the feel of damp lace against his fingertips, the satisfying sound of his palm against her skin, the lingering sting of it afterwards.
all that, and she calls him baby. )
im sure u'd like that a lot if u riled me up til i snapped
id bend u over that bed and would rip those lacy panties rite off of u n dont think u would be done getting spanked tho just cuz my cocks inside of u if anything i think that means u deserve it even more
( and, maybe separating the fantasy from reality for a second, there's another quick text fired off, habitual: ) dios
( only other thing on her figure is an excuse of a silk, cropped cami, riding up along her ribs as she slips further down within the cool touch of her sheets, allowing fingers to curl that much closer to her own heat. the moment tip of middle finger rolls over sensitive bundle there's a low, relieved sound blooming from the bed of her throat- but it's not enough.
it's not him. )
You bottle things up, just like I do. I know it when I see it. ( and given their favored means of spending their time was in front of a bag at sucker punch, that spoke for itself. but she wasn't here for such a soft topic. )
Deserve it? It's hardly a punishment when I'm asking for it, carino. Not many men are willing to go as hard as I'd like it. And what about that other hand of yours, mm? Around my throat? In my hair? You're leaving me too many blanks.
( it's funny, how even in this situation, isabelle's got a pretty damn good read on him. hell, he's got a decent read on her, too; she notes their penchant for bottling things up until they explode, or at least until they can whale on a punching bag to get it out of their system. he notes how strong-willed they both are, both when it comes to the physical and the mental, gritting their teeth and bearing it — maybe even reveling in it a little.
if right now wasn't right now, maybe he'd say something about it. but nah, hell no, he can't do that right now, not when his gaze drinks up every word on his screen, feels the ache of need beneath his hip bones. )
y limit it to just 1 would be easy to knot my fingers in ur hair n press hard against the back of ur neck pinning u there more u squirm, tighter im gonna pull, tighter my grips gonna get
think ud be able to hold still while i fuck u, hermosa? when ur ass is raw from me spanking u?
( it's the way she's been trained, the way she's been raised, analyzing whomever stood before her in any circumstances–in some essence–as a target. the only way to beat one's enemy was to become them, and maybe its why she feeds off of him so well. that and what she's already mentioned, that they've got plenty to bury and sometimes losing their own thoughts in another body was the only means of quiet.
so they'll do what they always do. pretend it's just a means of sating a more basic need, no more than a proper fuck and sliding out from within those sheets by morning; she knows better. always has, and yet she's still here. )
Now that's not very nice, niño. You woudn't want me looking back to you while you fucked me? Watch the way you make pretty little moans fall from my lips every time you spank me? I wouldn't want you to miss them.
I don't make promises that I can't keep. I'd prefer moving with you, but you could always make me stay put if you really wanted me to. I'm sure you're creative enough.
im not a nice or a good person and u kno that or else u wouldnt have come 2 me to help u out w this lil predicament of urs
since u apparently want certain things so much maybe i should just tie u up and let u beg for it and show me how bad u want it bet my willpowers stronger than urs watching u squirm and beg for it might even b enough 2 get me off
I think my little predicament has become ours, but I don't mind you being bad. Just as long as you don't expect me to be some good girl for you; I'm not in the mood. ( she could be, if the moment called for it, however the tone they'd taken to hardly left room for an easy game of submission. )
There isn't much to say for willpower if you have my hands tied, cari. Maybe you just know without that little advantage your bark wouldn't be nearly as intimidating, but I'm charmed you know just what's going to get you there, and that my voice could do it alone.
I'm not afraid to beg, but don't peg me as the type of girl that will before I know what I'm begging for.
( it's gonna take a minute, and it's sure as hell not gonna be as pretty as izzy's snap, not as well lit, either, but she'll get a picture in return — it's his cock, achingly hard, hints of hip bones peeking from the waistband of the underwear he's tugged down, fingers curled around the base. )
just look what uve done 2 me already hermosa
does it excite u 2 kno that ur able 2 wreck me w/ just ur words?
( she knows what to expect before the picture is even sent through, and while it's never been much in the way of something she'd ask for, there's something (admittedly aggravating) about him that allows him to gleam past all of those signature turn offs. of course, the fact that he's painfully rigid and, as indicated, merely at the thought of fucking her—she's not cruel enough to refuse credit where it's clearly due. )
Mm, something like that. Just think of what I could do with my mouth.
What are you going to do about that, querido? You going to stroke yourself and pretend you're nestled between my thighs, or make a move? I'll talk you through it either way ;)
( if rene thinks too long about what isabelle could do with her mouth — those perfectly red lips, mierda — this will all be over a lot sooner than either of them would like it to be.
it seems his mind's already made up for him; he simply decides to not text back.
he ends up outside of his apartment building, 12-whatever o'clock am be damned, fully clothed despite himself (and his desire to just get himself off and then maybe go for round two after), a hood pulled over his head as he hits the call button instead. he can hold off if it means a more intense build up, a happier ending. he can.
the sound of the phone ringing in his ear feels way too loud, fights with the sound of his heart thudding in his chest carrying through him, and when it's finally interrupted, rene doesn't bother greeting her, just asks, voice low and scratchy, a little strained, definitely desperate, ) ¿Donde es tu lugar, mamí?
( it's the lively buzz of her phone, his name across the center of it's screen that leaves a swell of pride curling within her chest—that and something like anticipation, rich and hot, causing legs within her sheets to give a little writhe. the moment she's pressing it to her ear she hears his voice, accent thick and rolling off of his tongue like a sigh he can't dispel fast enough.
she can hear the bite of the breeze at either side of him, assuming he's walking, a commending hum given in response. ) My own place, just a little past the north building. ( maybe it's because he's gotten her just as roused, that she can't think of anything but that husky tone right against her ear alongside the heat of his breath, that the mami slips past without a chide.
izzy drifts to the edge of her bed, letting limbs over the side of it where she waits in lacy panties and a plenty cropped grey hoodie that only just met her ribs. thighs tighten together, biting inner of her cheek as that grin sparks all the wider. ) Meaning I can be as loud as I need to, papi.
Mm, good. Real good, ( rene breathes as he starts towards her apartment building — and not soon enough. he wasn't expecting the sound of her voice, even through the speaker of his phone, to do him in as bad as it does.
it's a sudden punch to the gut, cascading waves and waves of god damn need through him that he can't seem to placate; his feet don't move fast enough. god, she's got him good.
he's glad the streets are mostly empty by this time of night, at least in the residential district, 'cause he probably looks completely loco right now power-walking down the sidewalk with a phone pressed against his ear, his gaze harsh. ) Go ahead, gimme a little taste, mamí. You can touch yourself. I wanna hear.
( a kittenish snicker is let through the phone, giving a sultry little graze of fingertips as instructed, maroon nails grazing along the centre of her abdomen til she reaches the hem of that cropped sweater—a slow arch of notched spine causes bottom curve of her breasts to just peek in display, but she stops there, tongue splitting her lips. )
I bet you'd like that. ( she's still got a bit of that taunting edge to her tone, a hint of brooklyn in it's roots. only there's no use now denying what he's done to her, how she's wet at the heated apex of her thighs, how his voice is roughened enough to nearly encourage her to lay back on that bed once more. but she won't. not if he wants anyone to open that front door for him. )
You want me to spoil the surprise, carino? Tell me where you want me to touch. ( til you're here to do it for yourself. )
( there's a low bout of laughter at that, a bittersweet, ) Like you could spoil anything.
( certainly not the insistent tightness at the front of his jeans, goddamn aggravating but no less welcome, especially when she decides that she wants him to tell her where to touch. that's a lot of power for a headstrong guy, and he's happy to roll with it, turning a corner towards her apartment building. )
I want you to tell me how wet you are, baby girl. ( another statement that drifts off his tongue before he knows what he's even saying, his whole body far too tense and keyed up for him to even be cognizant of anything around him, pretty much just on autopilot. in the meantime, he arrives to what he thinks is the building, buzzes up to be let into the front door to the complex. )
Yeah? ( an airy, melodious note to her tone, meant to goad the impatience she know wavers against his tongue. he's all fluent want, laugh of his carrying a warmth she has a feeling doesn't often come about, but she's far too distracted to linger on the thought. later, perhaps. for now, she'll indulge him a caress of middle and ring digits side by side to the seam of her panties, hips giving a small rut in response, a sigh let into the phone. )
You mean how wet you've gotten me? ( a prodding, just before quiet buzz gives way to his arrival, hues flitting up toward the hall leading into the entry. she keeps him cradled to her ear as quiet steps lead her toward her front door, thumb hovering over the button that'll let him up, but she pauses, tongue pressing against the back of crowns. )
Decir por favor, papi. And I'll let you come see for yourself.
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Date: 2017-09-13 02:48 am (UTC)rene wasn't a man to show his want too readily, nor was she often one to let patience slip—but everyone had their nights, no?
so happy 12:04am text, señor ramirez. )
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Date: 2017-09-13 02:57 am (UTC)the image lingers on his too-bright screen for 10 seconds, 9, 8 ... and then it's gone just like that, his screen reverting back to a too-short log of recent contacts. feeling practically breathless, feeling like even his brain's tongue-tied, thoughts a jumbled mess of english and spanish and obscenities and gracias, dios and —
he's gotta reply fast, or maybe she'll take his lack of response for disinterest, when it's anything but. )
yes
dios
yes
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Date: 2017-09-13 03:05 am (UTC)Yeah? I was thinking you might still be feeling stubborn.
I know you're a busy man, querido.
( but she's still sprawled out on tousled sheets just as she'd given him an image of, and she's far to restless to let sleep find her just yet. )
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Date: 2017-09-13 03:15 am (UTC)no man in his rite mind would choose 2 stay stubborn over appreciating something so beautiful
besides
im never 2 busy 4 u, hermosa
( or for more snaps like that one, no matter how much that stubborn part of him that she'd so helpfully referenced is yapping at him for falling for isabelle's bait hook, line, and sinker. there are just some things he can't, won't deny himself. )
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Date: 2017-09-13 03:24 am (UTC)( that's the thing with a place like cadelle, it didn't place nearly enough space between it's residents to keep temptation from curling it's tendrils about her know-better, relieving inhibitions for a night of want rather than duty; rather than why she was here. and maybe that's why she's giving in, for the distraction, for something worthy to sink her teeth into. )
How would you appreciate it, exactly? You like to run your mouth, so indulge me.
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Date: 2017-09-13 03:51 am (UTC)i guess its only fair 2 indulge u
( and since his bite can't quite make an appearance through the phone, rene's bark will have to do in the dim glow that sparsely lights up his nearly-empty bedroom, fingers tapping away as he types in a feeble attempt to sate the warmth licking through his gut. )
id like 2 bend u over my bed
maybe kneel in front of u so i can get a better look
watch how ur thighs press 2gether cuz u werent expecting my hands 2 grab ur ass like that
fuckin gorgeous
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Date: 2017-09-13 04:04 am (UTC)( meaning that slow-kindle of a fire begins to catch beneath her navel, causing pearled teeth to sink into the plush of her lip, dragging off in a sharp snare to the side with a slightly flushed breath. there's no denying the way she gives a little writhe within those sheets, how viscerally she responds to him— at least, for now, it's hidden. )
Don't tell me you'd just touch. I think you know by now you don't have to be so gentle with me.
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Date: 2017-09-13 04:17 am (UTC)u showed me that n then some
( rene knows, immediately, what she's implying, and the realization hits him like a truck, practically knocks the wind right out of him. god, she's full of surprises, and he doesn't think he'll ever get tired of it. the fact that she so unabashedly knows what she wants and isn't afraid to say it is enough to make him want to scramble out of bed and find whatever goddamn apartment she's living in.
but no, there's more to this than simply fulfilling physical desires, he thinks, or she would've just invited him over and told him to shut up and take his clothes off. )
i could bend u over my knee if ud rather, princesa
ud like that wouldnt u?
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Date: 2017-09-13 04:27 am (UTC)there's no need to play coy, to deny herself such a cardinal pleasure. no one got what they wanted that way. )
I would like that. You know I would. How many times do you think you could spank me before I begged for you to stop?
Or for more.
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Date: 2017-09-13 04:43 am (UTC)i have a feeling u could take a lot
u n me hermosa we're strong willed
( the thought of isabelle, vulnerable and exposed to him, his name on her tongue, panted needily as she begs for more despite the sting of red that colors her skin, is enough to make rene's stomach flip upside down, give him that feeling you get when you jolt awake 'cause you think you're falling off a cliff. holy hell, this girl. )
think id like 2 make u squirm a little when u beg 4 more tho
think id let my hands knead n squeeze ur ass even tho i kno ur sore cuz i can see the marks
bet if i slipped my hand between ur thighs ud be so wet
i bet ur so wet rite now
r u?
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Date: 2017-09-13 05:01 am (UTC)Yeah, baby, I'm wet. I can't help it. And I know I'd feel you getting hard against me, when I writhe and whimper in your lap, find a way to rub against you to make it even more difficult not to snap.
But maybe that's what I want. ( lithe digits teasing at the rim of lace hugged to her hips, only thing holding her back being that they weren't his fingers. ) For you to bend me over that bed when you can't take it anymore.
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Date: 2017-09-13 04:24 pm (UTC)all that, and she calls him baby. )
im sure u'd like that a lot
if u riled me up til i snapped
id bend u over that bed and would rip those lacy panties rite off of u
n dont think u would be done getting spanked tho just cuz my cocks inside of u
if anything i think that means u deserve it even more
( and, maybe separating the fantasy from reality for a second, there's another quick text fired off, habitual: ) dios
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Date: 2017-09-13 08:15 pm (UTC)it's not him. )
You bottle things up, just like I do. I know it when I see it. ( and given their favored means of spending their time was in front of a bag at sucker punch, that spoke for itself. but she wasn't here for such a soft topic. )
Deserve it? It's hardly a punishment when I'm asking for it, carino. Not many men are willing to go as hard as I'd like it.
And what about that other hand of yours, mm? Around my throat? In my hair? You're leaving me too many blanks.
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Date: 2017-09-14 03:05 am (UTC)if right now wasn't right now, maybe he'd say something about it. but nah, hell no, he can't do that right now, not when his gaze drinks up every word on his screen, feels the ache of need beneath his hip bones. )
y limit it to just 1
would be easy to knot my fingers in ur hair n press hard against the back of ur neck pinning u there
more u squirm, tighter im gonna pull, tighter my grips gonna get
think ud be able to hold still while i fuck u, hermosa?
when ur ass is raw from me spanking u?
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Date: 2017-09-14 03:22 am (UTC)so they'll do what they always do. pretend it's just a means of sating a more basic need, no more than a proper fuck and sliding out from within those sheets by morning; she knows better. always has, and yet she's still here. )
Now that's not very nice, niño. You woudn't want me looking back to you while you fucked me? Watch the way you make pretty little moans fall from my lips every time you spank me? I wouldn't want you to miss them.
I don't make promises that I can't keep. I'd prefer moving with you, but you could always make me stay put if you really wanted me to. I'm sure you're creative enough.
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Date: 2017-09-19 06:59 pm (UTC)or else u wouldnt have come 2 me to help u out w this lil predicament of urs
since u apparently want certain things so much maybe i should just tie u up and let u beg for it and show me how bad u want it
bet my willpowers stronger than urs
watching u squirm and beg for it might even b enough 2 get me off
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Date: 2017-09-21 09:09 pm (UTC)There isn't much to say for willpower if you have my hands tied, cari. Maybe you just know without that little advantage your bark wouldn't be nearly as intimidating, but I'm charmed you know just what's going to get you there, and that my voice could do it alone.
I'm not afraid to beg, but don't peg me as the type of girl that will before I know what I'm begging for.
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Date: 2017-09-29 04:22 pm (UTC)hold on
( it's gonna take a minute, and it's sure as hell not gonna be as pretty as izzy's snap, not as well lit, either, but she'll get a picture in return — it's his cock, achingly hard, hints of hip bones peeking from the waistband of the underwear he's tugged down, fingers curled around the base. )
just look what uve done 2 me already hermosa
does it excite u 2 kno that ur able 2 wreck me w/ just ur words?
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Date: 2017-09-30 12:51 am (UTC)Mm, something like that. Just think of what I could do with my mouth.
What are you going to do about that, querido? You going to stroke yourself and pretend you're nestled between my thighs, or make a move? I'll talk you through it either way ;)
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Date: 2017-09-30 03:25 am (UTC)it seems his mind's already made up for him; he simply decides to not text back.
he ends up outside of his apartment building, 12-whatever o'clock am be damned, fully clothed despite himself (and his desire to just get himself off and then maybe go for round two after), a hood pulled over his head as he hits the call button instead. he can hold off if it means a more intense build up, a happier ending. he can.
the sound of the phone ringing in his ear feels way too loud, fights with the sound of his heart thudding in his chest carrying through him, and when it's finally interrupted, rene doesn't bother greeting her, just asks, voice low and scratchy, a little strained, definitely desperate, ) ¿Donde es tu lugar, mamí?
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Date: 2017-09-30 06:58 pm (UTC)she can hear the bite of the breeze at either side of him, assuming he's walking, a commending hum given in response. ) My own place, just a little past the north building. ( maybe it's because he's gotten her just as roused, that she can't think of anything but that husky tone right against her ear alongside the heat of his breath, that the mami slips past without a chide.
izzy drifts to the edge of her bed, letting limbs over the side of it where she waits in lacy panties and a plenty cropped grey hoodie that only just met her ribs. thighs tighten together, biting inner of her cheek as that grin sparks all the wider. ) Meaning I can be as loud as I need to, papi.
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Date: 2017-09-30 11:38 pm (UTC)it's a sudden punch to the gut, cascading waves and waves of god damn need through him that he can't seem to placate; his feet don't move fast enough. god, she's got him good.
he's glad the streets are mostly empty by this time of night, at least in the residential district, 'cause he probably looks completely loco right now power-walking down the sidewalk with a phone pressed against his ear, his gaze harsh. ) Go ahead, gimme a little taste, mamí. You can touch yourself. I wanna hear.
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Date: 2017-10-01 12:05 am (UTC)I bet you'd like that. ( she's still got a bit of that taunting edge to her tone, a hint of brooklyn in it's roots. only there's no use now denying what he's done to her, how she's wet at the heated apex of her thighs, how his voice is roughened enough to nearly encourage her to lay back on that bed once more. but she won't. not if he wants anyone to open that front door for him. )
You want me to spoil the surprise, carino? Tell me where you want me to touch. ( til you're here to do it for yourself. )
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Date: 2017-10-01 02:22 am (UTC)( certainly not the insistent tightness at the front of his jeans, goddamn aggravating but no less welcome, especially when she decides that she wants him to tell her where to touch. that's a lot of power for a headstrong guy, and he's happy to roll with it, turning a corner towards her apartment building. )
I want you to tell me how wet you are, baby girl. ( another statement that drifts off his tongue before he knows what he's even saying, his whole body far too tense and keyed up for him to even be cognizant of anything around him, pretty much just on autopilot. in the meantime, he arrives to what he thinks is the building, buzzes up to be let into the front door to the complex. )
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Date: 2017-10-01 03:01 am (UTC)You mean how wet you've gotten me? ( a prodding, just before quiet buzz gives way to his arrival, hues flitting up toward the hall leading into the entry. she keeps him cradled to her ear as quiet steps lead her toward her front door, thumb hovering over the button that'll let him up, but she pauses, tongue pressing against the back of crowns. )
Decir por favor, papi. And I'll let you come see for yourself.
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