58. Alice
ALICE
M y breasts spill free, my already hard nipples pebbling further as they’re exposed to the cool air.
“So delicious,” Michael says.
And then something warm is running down my chest, and I can’t sit still anymore.
ALICE
M y breasts spill free, my already hard nipples pebbling further as they’re exposed to the cool air.
“So delicious,” Michael says.
And then something warm is running down my chest, and I can’t sit still anymore.
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