Her boobs, so big for her age, and a constant source of attention for her, were smooshing into the glass. XXNX “Oh!” She cried. “You’re fucking soaked.” Lips grazed her ear. Tall, dark hair . The loudness of the train, the blare of music through headphones set too loud, all of it formed a cacophony. She held still. She was afraid, but far too drained to do anything but obey. Read 248082 times |
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Helping him. Her eyes rolled upwards. Her mind started to race as it recovered from what he had done to her—how he’d made her his molested bitch.
