Happy Hormones Crip Walking 1
Amy stepped out of the doorway, her massive, half-naked, golden tan body rippling with muscles. She was dressed in her favorite 'little schoolgirl' uniform, an outfit that left little to the imagination. Small black schoolgirl shoes adorned her feet, as white socks wrapped their way up her huge calves (barely able to cover their diamond hard shape). A way too-tight schoolgirl blouse was tied just below her chest, almost unable to contain her breasts. Her visible washboard abs, rippling with muscle, flexed as she softly breathed in and out. Around her waist was a tiny skirt that barely covered her massive tree trunk thighs. Teddy bear panties were visible underneath the skirt, starting to get slightly damp with arousal. Her face was made up to look young: rosy cheeks and a brilliant white smile. Her always-present pigtails hung from either side of her head, and bounced as she strode over to the man behind the desk. |
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Amy
stepped out
doorway
massive
half-naked
golden tan body
rippling
muscles
dressed
favorite
little schoolgirl uniform
outfit
imagination
small black schoolgirl shoes
adorned
feet
white socks
wrapped
huge calves
diamond hard shape
way too-tight schoolgirl blouse
tied
below
chest
unable
contain
breasts
visible
washboard abs
flexed
softly breathed
waist
tiny skirt
barely covered
massive tree trunk thighs
teddy bear panties
visible
underneath
skirt
slightly damp
arousal
face
made up
look young
rosy cheeks
brilliant white smile
always-present pigtails
hung
either side
head
bounced
strode
man
behind
desk
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Price: 6.00 |
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The Black Burqa illustrated, part two
Sfiyah visited just now, and she was quite excited. "Ayesha, I have a task for you." Uh-oh, I thought, she wants me to bake a cake, and I'm a really rotten cook. But that wasn't it. "You know Jawaria?" "You mean the one married to Dawud?" "That's right," said Sfiyah. "Well I was with her yesterday, and she has a big bruise on her cheek." "How did that happen?" "She said she bent over and hit it on a tap, but I don't believe that's true." "Why would she lie?" "To avoid the shame of admitting that her husband beats her. You remember, you didn't tell anyone when Raafid was beating you." "So why is it your problem?" I asked. "It's a problem for all of us," she replied. "We are all sisters, and so we must care for each other." "Maybe he had a good reason to beat her?" I wondered. Sfiyah gave me a withering look. "Like Raafid had a good reason to beat you?" "Good point," I admitted. "So what do you want me to do about it?" "I think you should Raafid him. Do what you did to Raafid." "But that was different. He was going to marry off Maryam when she was only thirteen, and I just lost my cool at him." Sfiyah shook her head. "That was the trigger. But the real reason was all the abuse you took over so many years. Well, now Jawaria needs your help." "Why me?" |
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Sfiyah
visited
excited
task
bake a cake
rotten cook
Jawaria
married
Dawud
bruise
cheek
tap
lie
shame
admitting
husband
beats
remember
Raafid
problem
sisters
care
good reason
beat
point
what do you want me to do
Raafid him
marry off
Maryam
thirteen
lost my cool
trigger
abuse
help
why me
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Price: 8.00 |
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