The eighth night
I guess it’s only fitting that it happens in the kitchen.
And I’ve been biding my time, just waiting… for the right moment.
And if I really think about it, it’s been building up ever since I called her tranny and drew pornographic pictures of her in the bathroom and jogged in front of her house and kissed her in the wee hours of the
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Loved it!
- Shesfiiine
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I'm happy you loved it! Even if it took a while for you to log in :P
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