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Breaking the rules 2

作者: Luxe writes
last update 公開日: 2026-01-15 01:52:23

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“Yes sir, just about some miles away.” I was about to blurt out my father’s estate when I tamped my mouth shut. He can’t know my father for any reason.

“Hmmm okay” he replied while checking my car out as if he was trying to picture every damn detail. “Your registration and license please”

“Oh..oh yeah, sorry” I stammered. My fried brain totally forgot that was the first thing I should have brought out during a traffic stop. Not like I’d ever been stopped but I should’ve known. I tur
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