Help My Fianc e s a Nymphomaniac Chapter 2
I awoke the next morning with an understandable urge to piss and shower ... okay, so I pissed in the shower, but, hey, that was easily fixed by more water. Once I was under those hot jets, I began singing to myself, only to suddenly notice that I wasn't alone. There was a silhouette of a woman showing through the shower curtain, so I pulled it back enough to see my rather sassy and kinky girlfriend ... no, scratch that ... fiancee ... Tamara. Tamara Katarina Dragovic, a lovely former refugee...