"Will you sit your vagina down, niece," Courtney said while looking up over the top of her book, "you're driving me nuts with all your pacing!"
That day as she lay in the tub with scorching water gently caressing her swollen tall nose, the phone rang and Sir Garcia whooped softly, "So how was our morning, was it eventful!?!"
Her breathing was rapid and shallow, and in a fit of lust she slipped, "God just ram it in me, please just do it, you're acting like a fucking sadist!"
"Okay," she escaped between sniffles, "it focused a couple of weeks ago, you promise not to get angry, right!?!"
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