The Goth girl was a vision of beauty. Her long black hair cascaded

She was standing in front of me, her eyes locked on mine. I could

I'm aching for your lips on my skin.

I'm aching for your lips on my skin.

I'm aching for your lips on my skin.

The Goth Pronebone was a sight to behold. She was tall and slender,

I'm aching for your lips on my skin.

I'm aching for your lips on my skin.

I'm aching for your lips on my skin.

I'm aching for your lips on my skin.

The Goth girl was a vision of beauty, her pale skin and dark

She was lying in bed, her body aching for his touch. He moved