The Snowglobe Conspiracy 014 Trudging Against The Wind
I approach the threshold of the door. Within seconds it is technically open wide enough for me to squeeze through. As I traverse the gap I have to pull my breasts to the side in order to flatten my chest and create the necessary space. There is literally no time to waste. Once outside, I look from side to side first, checking the illuminated space by the walls, hoping in vain that maybe he just desperately needed to relieve himself, or something else stupid and obviously untrue.Come on. ...
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