Pavi's Loving
Sometimes, while he was loving them, he would imagine himself behind their faces, wearing and sharing their beauty with them as they erupted together. It was in these fleeting moments, spent suspended and breathless, that Pavi Largo could finally feel unafraid and alive. His hunt for passion had quickly become an addiction like no other, fed constantly and yet somehow insatiable outside of the intense peaks of ecstasy themselves. It was the splendor of the female form, the delicate features and soft flesh, which lead him on an endless hunt for his next warm embrace and another chance at completion.