1 362 mots (≈ 5 minutes)
People say all sorts about me. They call me a slut, a tramp, all kinds. They say I’m fake because I use tanning lotions, eyelash and hair extensions and, worst of all, because I have a great pair of implants. They don’t understand that I need a sugar-daddy to support it all so they call me a gold digger, especially since I left high school and my parents stopped paying. Fuck them! I love my life and I’m proud of it. I’m keeping this diary for you for just… (plus)
Langue: Anglais
Ecrit en: 2012
Publié: 2012-06-08
Nombre de mots: 1 362 mots (≈ 5 minutes)
I provide full erotic short stories. You will find no previews asking you to buy another version. I hope you enjoy these stories. Let me know by commenting if you do.
JS.
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