Clean Job
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Ongoing, First published Jul 01, 2022
Mature
"You really can't handle rejection, can you?"

I pressed my high heel harder against his chest, causing him to groan. 

"Kiyoko, every inch of my body is arching for you."His hands now slowly moving up my calve.

"You are everything I ever wanted, and I know that sleepless nights will hunte me till the day I die, if you are not the one laying beside me."
He started trailing kisses along my shin, still not breaking eye contact with me.
"Please, be mine."

I like it when men beg.

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KC lives with her sister in a suburb near London, she goes to college. Over all a pretty normal live. Except for her job, she cleans for a living, and with that I don't mean houses or cars, no she cleans up corpses.
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