You stared at that ass in those jeans like it was a loaded weapon aimed at your throat. You told yourself it was lust. Cute. It was never lust. It was hunger. Envy so thick it made your little clitty twitch while you imagined those hips, that waist, those heels, that mouth wrapped around cock instead of yours. This file doesn’t ask if you want to fuck her.
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