The Long Night

"Guess what she got for Christmas?"

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How do you descend stairs gracefully like this? It’s not the wibbly-wobbly stilettos or fully-fashioned stockings rustling with each step. It’s not the figure-hugging dress as my veil of respectability. No, it’s my delicious lovers warping my mind and body.

Vanessa will have my dripping wet snatch; her toy is in it now. Sebastian’s got my tightest hole; he’s buzzing it like an old-fashioned pager. Gripping the bannister, I suppress a groan. From the table opposite, via their apps, they deliver more rapturous bliss.

I just need to get through dinner with my parents.

Published 2 years ago

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