I quivered under the intense glare of Issac Cook, his prickly hair ignited something deep within my ass hole.
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It was a early Saturday morning and dew rested on the grass the way my sweat rested on my gray areolas. I thought about handsome Ben and suddenly dew was somewhere else.
To be continued...
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