Jimmy Doom's Roulette Weal

Jimmy Doom's Roulette Weal

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Dec 29, 2020
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The right hand went up under her shirt. Calluses on his palms made a scratching sound across her Spandex bra and she shivered as the calluses slid across the dry skin of her upper back.

“Wanna make love, gorgeous?”

Nothing moved but Gwen’s eyebrows and the air of the inhale through her nostrils.

“ ‘Make love’, Donald, means you’ve been drinking. Drinking e…

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