decadent-rider
Twenty Thousand Club
He nodded and swallowed a bit, starting to look pale again and sweating like mad. “Sure. Same car. Same guy.” He grunted, laying back again and shutting his eyes tight against the pain going through him. “Why can’t I breathe?” He slurred
she frowned but gave his hand a squeeze. “It’s our wedding not mine. You have to pick the cake.” She murmured, passing him a couple tablets and took a couple herself then got settled so she could sleep through the flight.
she frowned but gave his hand a squeeze. “It’s our wedding not mine. You have to pick the cake.” She murmured, passing him a couple tablets and took a couple herself then got settled so she could sleep through the flight.