Jack leans over Poison, guiding his hands back up over his head, tying him back down with the rope that he left there from before. He bends to take a kiss.
"What colour's the light, baby?"
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Jack leans over Poison, guiding his hands back up over his head, tying him back down with the rope that he left there from before. He bends to take a kiss.
"What colour's the light, baby?"