. . Teenager. Not girly, not yet, but in unisex clothing, giving me an androgynous look. As we walked, the hand on my chest tore at my shirt, the buttons fell off, tinkling as they hit the floor
. . Teenager. Not girly, not yet, but in unisex clothing, giving me an androgynous look. As we walked, the hand on my chest tore at my shirt, the buttons fell off, tinkling as they hit the floor Cherie DeVille This book is purely a work of fiction.
She got up and stood before me, the floppy strapon hanging down between her legs while she petted the dog on my back. I could feel the dog’s nose as he curiously peeked underneath my skirt from behind, his breath against my butt while he’s sniffing my crotch
. . Teenager. Not girly, not yet, but in unisex clothing, giving me an androgynous look. As we walked, the hand on my chest tore at my shirt, the buttons fell off, tinkling as they hit the floor