Camping chapter 3

Ranma 1/2: Camping Third night Ranma was sleeping in his bag again that night. He was wearing only his boxers and muscle shirt like normal since, wearing all his clothes didn't do him any good[…]

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The desk

“I won’t go any lower than twelve.” I was sweating, but Mr. Johnson looked calm. He’d been calm for the whole fucking negotiation, all forty-five minutes of it. He was slouched in his black leather[…]

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Stranger at the door!

He held her soft round rump between his hands and continued ramming his thickness deep into her. She kept screaming, "deeper… get it deeper… yeah deeper.." He was tired of her continuous chorus of instructions.[…]

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