Redhead Couch Fuck Netflix And Chill Style
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Jim was on a work trip in Shanghai looking out his hotel room window. It wasn’t like he asked for her number or anything. It’s kind of a re-try at my first series The Grateful Virus, but it’s unrelated, a different world with a different guy coincidentally named Jim being bred by a different virus. Her face was radiating joy, her eyes welling up with happy tears as she collapsed onto him, kissing his neck and face all over and whispering, “thank you, thank you!”
It seemed to be contagious. It happened exactly as he made eye contact with each of them. The thought hit him so hard. He knew they just had to be hot. That’s why it’s a writing challenge. Of course you’re imagining things, Jim, you idiot, he told himself firmly, you’re not that attractive.
