Snare: Road Kill Mc (A Novel)
““Hey!” I yell, but the kid keeps racing through. I shake my head.
“Sorry,” Rose begins apologetically, “this is the first time he's been six.” She laughs.
Her baby sits on her hip, cooing appreciatively at nothing, as little poop-makers often do. At least, that's been my observation.
“Sara's in the kitchen,” I say.
Rose nods, her dark honey-blond hair in a topknot exactly like Sara's, but my girl's is a dark chestnut. I like seeing all Sara’s hair spread out like a fan over the ...bed as I pump into her.
Noose comes by, clapping me on my shoulder, and I jump. “Fucker,” I growl.
“Look on your face says wet dream.” He spreads his arms wide.
“Go jerk off, asshole.”
Noose grins. “Yeah, you'd like that, right?”
I flip him off. “Rose let you talk with that mouth?”MoreLess
“Sorry,” Rose begins apologetically, “this is the first time he's been six.” She laughs.
Her baby sits on her hip, cooing appreciatively at nothing, as little poop-makers often do. At least, that's been my observation.
“Sara's in the kitchen,” I say.
Rose nods, her dark honey-blond hair in a topknot exactly like Sara's, but my girl's is a dark chestnut. I like seeing all Sara’s hair spread out like a fan over the ...bed as I pump into her.
Noose comes by, clapping me on my shoulder, and I jump. “Fucker,” I growl.
“Look on your face says wet dream.” He spreads his arms wide.
“Go jerk off, asshole.”
Noose grins. “Yeah, you'd like that, right?”
I flip him off. “Rose let you talk with that mouth?”MoreLess
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