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0008: Big Brother-In-Law's Fuck Toy — Part 2

Author: Kefy Flairr

Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-06-07 01:37:42

RINA

I picked up my smoothie glass, the cold condensation slick against my palm, and forced my feet to move out of the kitchen.

I went upstairs with the smoothie in hand, my heart now beating in a slightly more steady pace, though the adrenaline from that near-miss with Easton was still right there humming in my veins.

I walked down the dark, carpeted hallway of the second floor, my flip-flops making a soft, rhythmic slapping sound against the floorboards. To get to my room, I had to pass

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