Milkshakes, Blowjobs, and Rebel Love

“No fighting, okay? No more arguments. No more… uncomfortable conversations. I don’t want any of that. Not now – not tonight. Do you think we can do that, Samuel?” The painted dog wasn’t used to hearing his name like that from Carla’s mouth. With...

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