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I don’t have any doubts about what that dog collar is for now, and it isn’t a secret pet.

– Our Little Secret by Jennifer Bene

It drips and drips.





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The instant her fingers closed around the possum tail, she felt something grab at her in exactly the same way—cold, damp fingers twisting around her ankle.

“You take this,” the woman said in stiff English. “Yes.”

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◾️💀◾️. . . (F)BR with Twinsie CC . . . ◾️💀◾️

Let's get creeped out lol!
I'll be the one on the left.

“I bet we can convince Ezra to bake another cake”

Frank glanced back at him, shaking his head. “Fucking Shane would be like fucking my brother. Then again, you two seem to be into that.”

“I mean, it was stupid of those dudes to steal from the mob, but still… I’d have fucked the blond one in my single days,” Dex said, lining up more canisters of corrosive liquid before grabbing the dead body and helping Shane maneuver it into the first barrel. “Is it cheating if it’s necrophilia?”

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🔧✖️🔧. . . (F)BR with Twinsie CC . . . 🔧✖️🔧

Back to the junkyard.
I'll be the one on the right.

And in the corner of the room is a camera, catching every single moment.

“You can pretend all you want, but that is not fake. But you’re so hung up on believing a good man can’t like that you put all the shame on me. So, what is it, Adam? If we’re truly breaking the rules, why can’t we at least talk about it?”

Slamming my hips against her ass, I pull out and push back in, fucking her with brutal thrusts. And with each one, she pleads for more.

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🌹➕️🌹. . . (F)BR with Twinsie CC . . . 🌹➕️🌹

No idea what to expect, but hope it's good.
I'll be the one on the left.

She storms off and we both crack up laughing.

“Yeah, Dad, we are. Everyone always assumes the worst of me anyway, so what’s the big deal, huh? I’m the worst. Yay me. I’m just an afterthought anyway. Gemma’s your real prize. Forget I even exist. Should be pretty easy for you.”

Good men don’t obsess over their mom’s best friend. They certainly don’t con them into dates and draw the object of their affection’s tits every damn night.

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⚜️✖️⚜️. . . (F)BR with Twinsie CC . . . ⚜️✖️⚜️

Let's hope there will be handcuffs involved 😆
I'll be the one on the right.

“You’re my good.”

“I’m not a replacement for Sullivan!” I shouted at her. At the world. At God. At whoever cared enough to listen. The breeze carried the steam away just long enough to see her stricken face.
“No,” she whispered, but it carried. “Sullivan was the replacement for you.”

“I’m sorry,” I told him.
And I was.
I just wasn’t sure if it was for what I’d already done or what I was scared I had yet to do.

“I don’t know how—” My voice breaks.

“Drench my fucking cock.”

The world narrows to one point of focus.
Her.
My prey.
I explode into a run, ready to claim what is rightfully mine.

Pumped with adrenaline, I meet his rampage head-on, parrying his blows, blocking, and countering with precision.

“You want to make me happy?” She holds out a hand, palm up. “Give me a hair. Just one. You won’t even miss it.”
“Fine.” I inch down the waistband of my boxers, exposing some pubes. “Help yourself.”

Across the yard, Kodiak sets a huge tree stump atop another and swings an ax over his head, splitting the wood in one stroke.
Shirtless.
The way my jaw drops.
The gasp.

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🪵❄️🪵. . . (F)BR with Twinsie CC, Loyda & Liz . . . 🪵❄️🪵

Let’s heat up Alaskan wilderness.
I’ll be the one one in red.

“Don’t wear any pajamas or panties. Uncle Damien is gonna plow your cunt, and I don’t want anything slowing me down.”.

My eyes rolled back, my inner muscles clenching and pulling at that digit. I heard sloppy sounds as my body latched onto him, and I shuddered.

“Dad and Mom left for the night.” My voice was soft, my mouth dry, my throat tight as I tried to distract him from the way he zeroed in on my breasts.