Age Ain’t Nothing But A Number by Severina

Age Aint Nothing But a Number

She sits quietly, and for a long time the only sound is their soft breathing, the clink of the comb on the edge of the cup, the soft scrape of his nails against her scalp, the brush of his fingers against her neck.

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