“So who fucked you?”
“Mr Adams
. My cotton shirt could hang loose, or be tucked in tightly to hug my curves, and especially if I loosed a button or two at the top.
Nude. "
It was only about a minute before a tall redhead in a ubiquitous lab coat and scrubs approached them.
“So who fucked you?”
“Mr Adams
. My cotton shirt could hang loose, or be tucked in tightly to hug my curves, and especially if I loosed a button or two at the top.
Nude. "
It was only about a minute before a tall redhead in a ubiquitous lab coat and scrubs approached them.
“So who fucked you?”
“Mr Adams
. My cotton shirt could hang loose, or be tucked in tightly to hug my curves, and especially if I loosed a button or two at the top.
Nude. "
It was only about a minute before a tall redhead in a ubiquitous lab coat and scrubs approached them.
