No Rules, Just Pleasure
I wish I was exaggerating, but there I was, standing stupidly in the hallway, with a broken knob in my hand and no way to get back into my bedroom.
Instead, I went downstairs. Lucy was lazing on the couch, stretched out and miserable. She had on a pair of red mesh shorts and a white, ribbed tank. Her top was slightly pulled up, uncovering her cute tummy.
"This house sucks!" she said, writhing in discomfort.
I held up my doorknob as evidence.
"What's that?" she asked.
I explained and she giggled, then groaned. "Oh my God, we're both going to be burnt hamburger here in the house."
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