Chapter 24

Poppy

Something bigger.

Something with bumps and ridges.

Oh my god.

It's a pickle.

One of the big fat ones that came as a garnish on his plate, and he's pushing it against my p.u.s.s.y entrance.

Holy f.u.c.k.

My eyes fly to his face but he's looking at Mom, completely calm, nodding a...

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