Free Use 16: Taking The Delivery Girl. Free Use, #16
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- ISBN8201613037
- EAN9798201613037
- Date de parution02/10/2021
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- ÉditeurJL
Résumé
I was getting hungry. Hadn't eaten a thing all day. But I didn't want to stop off at the store. Too much work and preparation. I just wanted to shove my face in a nice fat pizza and be done with it. Dialing up the number, I had them put it on my card and they told me the pizza guy would be there in less than an hour. So, I sat back, kicked up my feet and turned on some good ol' Netflix. They had the new season of my favorite show.
This was going to be perfect. About an hour later, the doorbell rang. The weird-looking pizza guy gave me my three pizzas (gotta have some in the morning!) But when he was about to leave, I noticed something odd. I could just make out the tops of his pink panties. Pink panties? What the hell?
This was going to be perfect. About an hour later, the doorbell rang. The weird-looking pizza guy gave me my three pizzas (gotta have some in the morning!) But when he was about to leave, I noticed something odd. I could just make out the tops of his pink panties. Pink panties? What the hell?
I was getting hungry. Hadn't eaten a thing all day. But I didn't want to stop off at the store. Too much work and preparation. I just wanted to shove my face in a nice fat pizza and be done with it. Dialing up the number, I had them put it on my card and they told me the pizza guy would be there in less than an hour. So, I sat back, kicked up my feet and turned on some good ol' Netflix. They had the new season of my favorite show.
This was going to be perfect. About an hour later, the doorbell rang. The weird-looking pizza guy gave me my three pizzas (gotta have some in the morning!) But when he was about to leave, I noticed something odd. I could just make out the tops of his pink panties. Pink panties? What the hell?
This was going to be perfect. About an hour later, the doorbell rang. The weird-looking pizza guy gave me my three pizzas (gotta have some in the morning!) But when he was about to leave, I noticed something odd. I could just make out the tops of his pink panties. Pink panties? What the hell?