Midwest Story Night #19

He was wearing her favorite scent

And she was too tired of his shit to give him another chance, but here she was.

“Yeah, but I didn’t hear any complaints when I used my tongue to trace your tan lines.”

Her lady parts involuntarily clenched.

She shot Michael a withering glare. He refused to wither.

He slowly unbuckled her very sexy shoe and took it off, his eyes never leaving her face.

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Authors
Chuck Palahniuk