#92551 - The dull thud of a frying pan hit the back of my daddy's head. I was grabbed from behind by strong arms, a cold blade was pressed dangerously close to my windpipe and I prayed that the man would turn around and realize my predicament. Then we smelled kerosene.
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Leona morimoto
Seeking submissive for the latter
Jaguar
18 fahrenheit is below freezing in the u s lmao so yes very cold
Nino
That got fucking dark