C6 IF YOU DON'T HAVE A GUN, USE A TRAY

NIGHTINGALE

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He was so close to me and the stench of sweat, smoke, alcohol and excessive cologne made me nauseous. He leaned closer and sniffed my hair.

“You smell so good." He groaned deeply like he was already having an orgasm.

"Now turn around like a good girl.” He took a step back and watched to see if I would obey him.

‘Do it for Quetzal. Do it for Quetzal