As he walked up behind her, his eyes travelled the long expanse that were her legs, mentally undressing her in his mind.

When she turned to greet him, all his dreams appeared to come true as she presented him with breasts he’d have happily suffocate himself between.

Sadly, her personality was a dull as a narcoleptic with sleeping pills. Alcohol was going to be needed, and lots of it.

Copyright: authorchrisbrown


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