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What's going on.
When I felt the tension in his arm over me lessen, I shot out from under the covers and streaked down the hall. I skidded to a stop at the kitchen island where a blackened ham sat in my mom's heirloom roasting pan-which had also turned crusty-black inside.
I turned slightly so I could see her, somehow restraining from shaking my head.
I considered having them removed.
Then he was sitting up again. Scooting back so that his cock rested between my legs now, the coolness of the piercings reminding me of one of my questions.
I can't imagine.