My date with Miranda had been going well. The dinner had been wonderful, the movie enjoyable, and I had somehow managed to not make a fool of myself the whole night.
Then it was over and we were back at her apartment. I was expecting her to lean down to allow me to kiss her... but she just turned and opened the door. Dejected, I started to turn away when she suddenly spoke up.
"Not so fast! Don't you want to come in... and stay for breakfast?"
Tags: female muscle
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Story by mach.kick |
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Artwork by Oscar Celestini |
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