leans against her mailbox, grin gorgeous and free. Her breasts are snuggly pressed to a clear box, still able to be seen through the transparent material and appearing all the more delicious.
She hadnโt expected visitors. Didnโt see the neighbourhood as that sort. Clean it is. But everyone seems โฆ quiet and cautious, eyeing her as if sheโs a possibility for the bogeyman. Had something happened in the past? Their opinions soured by a bad experience +
from new neighbours? Who knows. And she didnโt care. Not really. This was an investment opportunity and soon money would be flowing from another oil pit sheโs generously created herself. โHey neighbour.โ Singโsings the blonde, pale hand hiding her gaze from the sun and she +
Chanel was previously busy, bringing boxes into her recent purchase. Itโs a warm day, easy to grow flustered if someone doesnโt take the right care. Svelte arms lift above her head as her shirt is pulled off, leaving the woman within a low pair of shorts and a sports bra.
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us * ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. Weโre
body collectors of sorts.
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Which is the true
nightmare, โ the
horrific dream that
you have in your
sleep or the
dissatisfied reality
that awaits you
when you awake?
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