What’s Her Price – The Bedroom
My evening with Chloe continues
My evening with Chloe continues
My evening with Chloe continues
My evening with Chloe continues
My evening with Chloe continues
My evening with Chloe continues
This is a fiction story I have created from my imagination. I hope you enjoy it and are not to critical on my writing skills. After all I am not a professional writer. I am working on more of the story and will continue to share as long as people are enjoying it.
This is a fiction story I have created from my imagination. I hope you enjoy it and are not to critical on my writing skills. After all I am not a professional writer. I am working on more of the story and will continue to share as long as people are enjoying it.
This is a fiction story I have created from my imagination. I hope you enjoy it and are not to critical on my writing skills. After all I am not a professional writer. I am working on more of the story and will continue to share as long as people are enjoying it.
This is a fiction story I have created from my imagination. I hope you enjoy it and are not to critical on my writing skills. After all I am not a professional writer. I am working on more of the story and will continue to share as long as people are enjoying it.
This is a fiction story I have created from my imagination. I hope you enjoy it and are not to critical on my writing skills. After all I am not a professional writer. I am working on more of the story and will continue to share as long as people are enjoying it.
This is a fiction story I have created from my imagination. I hope you enjoy it and are not to critical on my writing skills. After all I am not a professional writer. I am working on more of the story and will continue to share as long as people are enjoying it.
This is a fiction story I have created from my imagination. I hope you enjoy it and are not to critical on my writing skills. After all I am not a professional writer. I am working on more of the story and will continue to share as long as people are enjoying it.
This is a fiction story I have created from my imagination. I hope you enjoy it and are not to critical on my writing skills. After all I am not a professional writer. I am working on more of the story and will continue to share as long as people are enjoying it.
This is a fiction story I have created from my imagination. I hope you enjoy it and are not to critical on my writing skills. After all I am not a professional writer. I am working on more of the story and will continue to share as long as people are enjoying it.
This is a fiction story I have created from my imagination. I hope you enjoy it and are not to critical on my writing skills. After all I am not a professional writer. I am working on more of the story and will continue to share as long as people are enjoying it.
This is a fiction story I have created from my imagination. I hope you enjoy it and are not to critical on my writing skills. After all I am not a professional writer. I am working on more of the story and will continue to share as long as people are enjoying it.
My name is Zeb, short for Elizabeth. I’m a brunette with brown eyes. My tits are a 34C, and I have a bubble butt.
Meldoy proves her submission to her father by wearing a remote-control vibrator as she shops at the mall.
Please read Apocalyptic Lovers before getting into this part two.
Here are five stories with the same title and concept.
Melody is taken by her daddy to a private dungeon where other masters and their slaves watch her be a good girl and please them all!
In the prelude, Michael, a lonely middle-aged high school teacher, finds a set of pills which claims to help him sleep with any girl he wants. After a terrible wet dream where he’s sexually humiliated and dominated, he wakes up to rush to school for the Parent Teacher Conferences.
a wild night with the dog and reading stories
A Rockstar and a Journalist. A drinking game. This couldn’t end well, even if it had started out that way. Which it hadn’t.
A Rockstar and a Journalist. A drinking game. This couldn’t end well, even if it had started out that way. Which it hadn’t.
A Rockstar and a Journalist. A drinking game. This couldn’t end well, even if it had started out that way. Which it hadn’t.
A Rockstar and a Journalist. A drinking game. This couldn’t end well, even if it had started out that way. Which it hadn’t.
A Rockstar and a Journalist. A drinking game. This couldn’t end well, even if it had started out that way. Which it hadn’t.
A Rockstar and a Journalist. A drinking game. This couldn’t end well, even if it had started out that way. Which it hadn’t.