Incest Cafe Chapter 01 Pumpkin Spice Breastmilk Latte
“Fucking bitch!” I yelled and threw my handbag onto the table, then watched it slide across its shiny surface. It ended up falling off the far end, right at Mandy’s perfectly pedicured feet. She was wearing her open-toe red pumps again, the ones that made her tower over most men. It occurred to me that she’d make a fantastic Dominatrix, at least looks-wise. “Someone’s in a pissy mood,” she mumbled and I glared at her. I was so not in the mood. “So what? Got a problem with me, take it up with my...
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