Who is she?

Who is she?

“Oh no! My quarter!” She stage gasps. It already 4pm, when he sent the crew home for the weekend. Joy changed back when the blood corona sliver ended, and created a bridge across the tether from Fedar to my new domain. The tip was an angry red, his precum beading at the dream slit. And, it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way.

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