He had seen that blue dress one thousand times, the short hair and the white skin moving under the lights, mocking. She moved with much grace to her lovely face, it existed so much sensuality in her behavior, but in her breathy and diffuse look, Sadiq was unable to see lust, even when everyone else around him did that.
And he never had eyes for Ukraine insane or mad. Never stood in front of her and wanted to touch further, but at some point the madness hidden behind the glare of violet and red, one twinkle in his blue eyes that pierced him, become too explicit to be ignored.
She smiled showing teeth, quiet distance of his legs on high heels and waving their arms gently, with long, loose dress to the knee and the neckline quite sneaky. She looked beautiful, and Turkey did not have the heart to deny it.
A flash strong and concise changed the guidance of her paces. Sadiq was no longer questioning the ride of his fingers on the neck of Ukraine, faded sound of music and the banal presence o
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