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This was my maiden entry for open On Sunday-writing one hundred word only is kind of hard...fun though! Like to read it? here it is!
The way she runs -mmm-makes him hungry. When he’s hungry, even old ones get out of his way.
Thanks loads, Heinrich.
Nobody laughs anymore, talks behind his back. It’s yes sir, no sir and the best of the best, hot and steaming and rolling in their own guts before him.
He can’t imagine a time when that didn’t make him hard...
He watches Cordy hit the road, roll into the ditch.
“Scurry, scurry, my little dinner” *you bitch. *
She’s looking up, scared until she sees him grinning down at her.
. “ Oh! You! Help me out of here, Xander!”
The way she runs -mmm-makes him hungry. When he’s hungry, even old ones get out of his way.
Thanks loads, Heinrich.
Nobody laughs anymore, talks behind his back. It’s yes sir, no sir and the best of the best, hot and steaming and rolling in their own guts before him.
He can’t imagine a time when that didn’t make him hard...
He watches Cordy hit the road, roll into the ditch.
“Scurry, scurry, my little dinner” *you bitch. *
She’s looking up, scared until she sees him grinning down at her.
. “ Oh! You! Help me out of here, Xander!”
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Yes, you do.
*squeeee!*
Lurvs you!
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Picture?
:)
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*ahem*
Right back atcha, bay-beee.