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Enemies Or Fuckbuddies 2.

Author: Estrella Writesss

publish date: 2026-10-14 21:30:53

Jessica's POV.

I didn't realize how long I'd been gaping at his frame until I heard his voice.

“What are you looking at pipsqueak?” He questioned, his eyes narrowing at me for a second before returning to the pan.

I rolled my eyes, “nothing much, just checking for your brains location and yeah, I couldn't find it.”

“Anyways,” I walked into the space, headed for the fridge which was just across from him, “I'm starving.”

“That doesn't sound like my business,” he replied, the aroma of banana

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