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How silly is that? Silly girl

As we drive, Jack asks me question after question I don’t think anyone has ever been so interested in me Except maybe my mom, but moms don’t count Not like this

He stays away from deeper subjects like littery fairy dust in the air between us right now, and I don’t want anything to dampen the sparkle

It’s going on two AM by the ti it an apartenerous, it’s an upstairs roo paint and a grouchy landlord who lives downstairs

There’s an aard tension building, looking at the place I call home, compared to what I’ by the limo and the private doctor

I atte underneath the penetrating heat of his blue stare His majestic size isat his eyes, as clear as the sky So light So blue I’es between hs

“Thank you,” I say when I find h for everything you’ve done for ht”

“I’ve done what I wanted to do”

He’s lingering

“And, bonus for me, you haven’t killed me yet”

He coughs on a laugh and I squeezearound my throat

“I mean, It’s just, you could be a serial killer Which doesn’t make a lot of sense since you took me to the hospital to be sure I was okay…so, that’s duets busy before checking with my brain”

“That sounds te”

Te His cock ue rolling overwith a loud s

Good girl

I draw a long breath, unsure what to say next My heart catapults around insideit around in a desperate search for a way out of my lusty embarrassment

Just when I think it can’t get worse, I find the handle and pull Nothing happens I pull again

Nothing