Charlotte’s tits
The closest you’ll ever come to seeing Charlotte’s face.
Read moreThe closest you’ll ever come to seeing Charlotte’s face.
Read moreCharlotte wants to come. She forgets that she – in the current configuration – comes for ME.
Read moreLike a moth, I fly toward, rather than away from, a whole host of flames: the flame of jealousy, the[…]
Read moreRecalibrating with Charlotte
Read moreThese were some private instructions I gave Charlotte for a night of fun she had.
Read moreHow I get Charlotte off.
Read moreHope springs eternal. (Not _my_ Hope. Charlotte’s.) Charlotte really wants to chat with a guy, and I have a strong reaction.
Read moreCharlotte had her second threesome.
Read moreOne possible medication for a feeling of un-safety: make Charlotte the queen of my harem.
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