Pussy-Wrapped


Many-Eyed Hydra


“You okay there?” Rich Borchers asked.


“Yeah,” Donald Wenk replied. He lifted his head back into the passenger seat. He'd left a small puddle of sick on the driveway. His stomach still felt greasy.


“Nerves?” Rich asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes.


“Yeah,” Donald replied. He wiped his mouth with a handkerchief. “Are you really sure this is a good idea?”


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