“I got a bad desire, ohh ohh ohh, I’m on fire.” The muffled sounds of Bruce Springsteen’s “I’m on Fire” played in the background. It was warm and dark, and he was so, so very tired. It had been a day, as they say. He just wanted to sleep, and her legs were so warm. Her abdomen looked like an inviting pillow—he could sleep ’til next month. For what he was about to do, another...
Bruce Springsteen’s Ass (Chapter 2)
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