blake clumsily takes off his whiskey-stained denim vest, his twang deepening as his lust rises. "i like your new butt". xtina chuckles over the sound of matt's soft sobs drifting out from the hope chest where he is now locked and lying in a fetal position, her throat dry from singing back the proper melodies to the voice contestants. "well, you haven't seen it from this angle".
she turns and backs into him...
'Christina is the one we can’t figure out.
It’s like you want to change her image to be as flawless as her voice,
but she just won’t let you, which keeps her
frustrating and interesting.'
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Originally Posted by Enter The Circus
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