Steamy Dreams
I’m sprawled naked on my childhood bed, sheets kicked to the floor, phone propped on a Mountain Dew can while I scroll the private F******k group somebody made called “Kaylee Breeding Weekend, UNCENSORED.”
Four thousand members now. Riverbend’s population just doubled overnight.
I’m halfway through a video of Big Lisa power-driving me with that black strap-on when the front door slams so hard the walls shake.