And then Cleo, with her silky blonde hair and coveted Birkin bag on her arm, did something…she pressed the emergency stop. I smiled at her devious grin, thinking they wanted to pull a prank on maintenance. “What are we doing?” I asked. “Seeing if it fits,” Cleo said, and she shared a furtive glance with Harper. They both giggled again. Cleo wobbled in her heels, and Harper dug her hand in a shopping bag, revealing a pink dildo.
OH MY GOD??!?? bro daisy omg. my poor baby, stop.
