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Touch Your Pussy; Kitten…🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️

Author: MURRs.
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-24 00:03:27

Mia.

School was finally over for the day. The moment I got home, I went straight to the bathroom, had a long shower, then came out to the sitting room.

Grandma was watching TV, laughing at some old comedy show.

Normally, I’d find her laughter comforting, but right now, it was only adding to my already ruined day. Of course, it wasn’t her fault—but damn, everything was irritating me.

She must’ve sensed it too, because she turned to me with concern.

“Hey… how was school today? I mean, it’s your first day. I should’ve asked earlier,” she said gently.

“Grandma… it was really bad. Like, terrible,” I muttered, folding my arms and scrunching up my face like I’d been waiting all day for someone to finally ask me that.

“Well, it’s your first day at a new school—what were you expecting, huh? That everyone would be all friendly and welcoming?” she smiled a little.

“I kinda thought so… I mean, it’s a small town. I didn’t imagine it would be such a war zone.

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