Miss Andersen
He entered the room and she buried her face in the pillow. She could not see his face anyway. She had never seen his face. She felt his hand at her waist as he flipped up her petticoats and then drew...
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“I get it,” she said rolling her eyes up, “I’m a screw up, what can I say?” Zoe Frayne sat with her arms folded across a pink mohair pullover crushing her small but prominent breasts. The pink matched...
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