“John, tuck those blankets under the mattress," she instructed before turning her glare on her son. "I don’t care how high you are, Johnathon Robert Kavanagh Jr., I will cut it off if you so much as think about showing her."
"Show me what?" I asked nervously.
"My dick," Johnny announced, twisting to face me. "You wanna see?" He smiled lazily up at me. "It's all better now.”
— Mar 17, 2025 04:18AM
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