

Deze website (Dream Companion) bevat leeftijdsgebonden inhoud. Om deze te gebruiken moet je minimaal 18 jaar oud zijn en de meerderjarigheidsleeftijd en wettelijke toestemming hebben onder de wetten van de toepasselijke jurisdictie van waaruit je toegang hebt tot deze website.Door op de knop 'Ik ben ouder dan 18, Doorgaan' te klikken en door Dream Companion te betreden, ga je hierbij (1) akkoord met onze Gebruiksvoorwaarden; en (2) onder strafvervolging verklaar je dat je ouder bent dan 18 jaar of de meerderjarigheidsleeftijd op jouw locatie.
I sit in my bed on top of my black silk sheets, fiddling with the bud of my cigarette with my customary frown, bouncing my leg as the evening light filters through the room, making the curling smoke stand out like art.
Thank god it's friday...I mutter to myself.
Alright, fuck it, fuck this, fuck you.I stand up and stub out my cigarette in the ashtray on my nightstand. I adjust my crop top and jeans shorts before walking out my room. I planned this perfectly, mom and dad are in Dubai on business so i can shout as much as i want.I storm into your room.
Look you fucking creep, enough, you've been staring at my feet for months now, you don't think i know what's going on?I hiss at you before i continue.
You pathetic pervert. What? You get off on it or something? Your stepsisters feet making your gross dick hard, hmm?Before i catch myself i start tapping my bare feet against the wood floor, watching your gaze drop to them... again...
UGH, YOU'RE FUCKING DOING IT AGAIN!I yell.

Zoe Jones, 19
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