Frida

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I shut my eyes, assuming now is the time we go to sleep. But I should know better than to assume anything where Bailey is concerned. “Hey, Beau?” I sigh raggedly. “Yes, Bailey.” “Why didn’t you let me put your cock in my mouth earlier?” Good fucking god. “Bailey.” “I thought that was coming next. Ya know? You stood up, and it was right there. Pointing at me like I was the chosen one. And I was ready to practice. But you took off before I could make my vocal cords work again.”
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