Brent Everett Being Bottom

Here is a small section. I struggled to find a picture that fits what I wanted to express. To understand a little better, replace the guy by me and by my daughter vampirette sublime.
I dream every night just like every morning to squeeze it hard against me. I miss her so much that I lose all sense of reality, I live in my imagination. I think of her and time, people move around me. I expect this Feb. 20, I expect the back to hold it again in my arms and having finally close to me.

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