Little Eisley was all grown up. My cock throbbed as images flashed in my head of her in her little goth kitchen, brewing tea and talking emphatically about whatever cutesy little baking thing she made that day. She’d grown up to be so fucking beautiful. So sexy. And smart. She knew what she had and used it to make money. I’d seen her bank account and the house she lived in. She was making a killing as a cam girl. A rather chaste cam girl. Which, was even more impressive. When I’d first seen her pop up on my phone while doom-scrolling, it was a pleasant surprise. I’d always maintained that I’d
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