Nechin Carranza

her head and pressed her palm against her temple. ‘What’s going on?’ She asked His voice. His magical mystical voice. ‘No worries honey.’ His timbre vibrated through her entire body, her pussy got warm and started to tingle, love was coarsening through her veins. Maybe love was too big of a word, she’d only just met him today. Although she felt like she’d know him for years. She was a big fan of his work, she traveled from gallery to gallery to visit all his expositions and she devoured his interviews. He was a star, he was an artist, she