Oh no
“Oh, no…” Derek said as he felt his chest.
“Oh, no…” Derek said as he felt his chest.
“Sophie, I screwed up; I am royally screwed. Please help me,” Ulrik begged.
Gabby (formerly Gavin) groaned as she pulled at her pink stockings, which were a reminder of her womanhood. After badly offending a witch, she was here kneeling here wearing nothing but a bra and panties left her feeling rather exposed. But who cared, she was now a whore after all….
This was getting annoying. The life of a working woman with a bloody tampon up her cunny and a meal to cook for his husband when he finally got home was bad enough without this added problem tripping him up.
(Sweet dreams, girl. Enjoy.) That’s what Marvin heard in his head each night when he staggered to his bed and passed out.
The blue van squealed into the lot, and Timothy shook his long blonde hair and adjusted the woolen scarf around his neck while shivering from the chill.
Gabe shielded his eyes from the sun and sighed as the handbag chafed against his left tit. He was getting tired of the constant complaining from his friend Jake right next to him as they walked to work.
Richard was highly dissatisfied with how his wife was acting.
Saul felt a bit chilly and lifted the corner of his white dress, not that it did much good.
“I don’t believe you!” Owen’s sister Meg shouted at him as he walked away in her naked body. “You wouldn’t dare!”