"Yes! Yesss!" She giggled and panted as if she were a drunken slut. '
Also, I write in a certain style and I have had to reconstruct the dialogue of this story in a way I felt befitting of my attempt to tell my reader something of the greatest love affair of my life
. . "
I couldn't tell if was her fingers or my words but she bucked her hips and gasped holding her breath I watched her fingers rub furiously inside her panties and could see her eyes begin to go misty,
"Stop
. . ” She laughed, trying and failing to replicate the accent
.
“I don’t like when girls cry. “So, are we fucking clear about everything I said?” He demands
. "
Clara sat there as she listened to her father, her uncle and her Freinds father talk openly about the millions of untaxable money they made through a fraud charity
"Yes! Yesss!" She giggled and panted as if she were a drunken slut. '
Also, I write in a certain style and I have had to reconstruct the dialogue of this story in a way I felt befitting of my attempt to tell my reader something of the greatest love affair of my life
. . "
I couldn't tell if was her fingers or my words but she bucked her hips and gasped holding her breath I watched her fingers rub furiously inside her panties and could see her eyes begin to go misty,
"Stop
. . ” She laughed, trying and failing to replicate the accent
.
“I don’t like when girls cry. “So, are we fucking clear about everything I said?” He demands
. "
Clara sat there as she listened to her father, her uncle and her Freinds father talk openly about the millions of untaxable money they made through a fraud charity
"Yes! Yesss!" She giggled and panted as if she were a drunken slut. '
Also, I write in a certain style and I have had to reconstruct the dialogue of this story in a way I felt befitting of my attempt to tell my reader something of the greatest love affair of my life
. . "
I couldn't tell if was her fingers or my words but she bucked her hips and gasped holding her breath I watched her fingers rub furiously inside her panties and could see her eyes begin to go misty,
"Stop
. . ” She laughed, trying and failing to replicate the accent
.
“I don’t like when girls cry. “So, are we fucking clear about everything I said?” He demands
. "
Clara sat there as she listened to her father, her uncle and her Freinds father talk openly about the millions of untaxable money they made through a fraud charity
