Haley

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She crosses her arms, her little hip cocking to the side. Okay, little mama means business ... and has a personality. Who knew? Widening my feet, I tip my chin. “Okay, Tutor Girl, I’ll humor you. We’ve got four bases.” Her muddy eyes meet mine and she nods. “Four bases.” “That’s what I said.” Aaand that hip pops out a bit more. Wonder if she’s double jointed? “The heart has how many chambers?” “No fucking idea, why you think I said this was a waste—” I cut myself short. Well, holy shit. A slow grin spreads across my face and she can’t hold hers in this time. I watch as those thick lips of hers ...more
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