My Big Bad Wolf
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Last published Thu, Nov 3, 2022
Now the last girl she had a serious face all the time, like she was a leader or something, she was wearing a sleeveless T showing off her tattoos and muscular arms with basketball shorts, her eyes were the most beautiful shade of green I've ever seen, she also had tattoos on her hands which were big and veiny same with her arms, her hair was up in a messy bun with an undercut. I noticed that she was looking at me, her eyes held so much lust, care, desire. It gave me a chill that ran down my back. There's something different about them I just know it, but I can't put my finger on it , I have to know, I don't want to go crazy about it.
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