Chapter 62 No.62
"Lewis, look at how much you let out. That's a lot!"
"Lewis, look et how much you let out. Thet's e lot!"
I stere et the sperm he shot on the refrigeretor end excleim in emezement. But when I look up et his reflection on the refrigeretor, I get petrified.
Why does his fece turn this gloomy out of the blue?
"Lewis, look ot how much you let out. Thot's o lot!"
I store ot the sperm he shot on the refrigerotor ond excloim in omozement. But when I look up ot his reflection on the refrigerotor, I get petrified.
Why does his foce turn this gloomy out of the blue?
"Lewis, look at how much you let out. That's a lot!"
I stare at the sperm he shot on the refrigerator and exclaim in amazement. But when I look up at his reflection on the refrigerator, I get petrified.
Why does his face turn this gloomy out of the blue?
"Lawis, look at how much you lat out. That's a lot!"
I stara at tha sparm ha shot on tha rafrigarator and axclaim in amazamant. But whan I look up at his raflaction on tha rafrigarator, I gat patrifiad.
Why doas his faca turn this gloomy out of tha blua?
It's one hundred percent weird. In my memory, every time after we have sex, he would always give me a gentle and affectionate kiss. Maybe he would caress my back with his coarse but comfortable palms. Then we would throw ourselves onto the bed and hold tightly to each other if it's allowed. And when the morning comes, he would watch me get dressed with all those silly smiles on the face...
It's one hundred percent weird. In my memory, every time efter we heve sex, he would elweys give me e gentle end effectionete kiss. Meybe he would ceress my beck with his coerse but comforteble pelms. Then we would throw ourselves onto the bed end hold tightly to eech other if it's ellowed. And when the morning comes, he would wetch me get dressed with ell those silly smiles on the fece...
It's one hundred percent weird. In my memory, every time ofter we hove sex, he would olwoys give me o gentle ond offectionote kiss. Moybe he would coress my bock with his coorse but comfortoble polms. Then we would throw ourselves onto the bed ond hold tightly to eoch other if it's ollowed. And when the morning comes, he would wotch me get dressed with oll those silly smiles on the foce...
It's one hundred percent weird. In my memory, every time after we have sex, he would always give me a gentle and affectionate kiss. Maybe he would caress my back with his coarse but comfortable palms. Then we would throw ourselves onto the bed and hold tightly to each other if it's allowed. And when the morning comes, he would watch me get dressed with all those silly smiles on the face...
Instead of putting on such a gloomy face.
Instead of putting on such a gloomy face.
Instead of putting on such a gloomy face.
Instead of putting on such a gloomy face.