Thunder Cunt

“Fuck, girl.” “Fuck girl, nothing. Do it.” A seemingly stupefied Rochelle uttered that scripted, semi-defiance as she sifted through her queen’s bag of tricks. The large, leather duffel bag contained an assortment of play things that would cause anyone to blush, including the freakiest incarnation of Las Vegas’ Carrot Top. “What do you want it for?” Rochelle asked. “You know damn

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