20 April 2021
24 January 2021
“21 to 13, Esperanza. Pathetic.”
“Fuck off!” I said jokingly. “But you’re right. I guess that’s eight swats, yeah?” We shouted to hear each other over the storm. The streets were deserted... it almost didn’t feel like city life.
Before Izaak could respond, I turned around and bent over to (sorta) touch my toes, providing him with a full view of my soaked ass, shorts pasted to my skin.
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