Natalie knew it was wrong, but that didn’t stop the moist warmth from blooming between her legs when Blaine arrived each day with his hair up in a man bun. Blaine worked at the fashionable male clothing store. Natalie at a sunglasses’ kiosk. No one bought sunglasses because no one came to the mall. It was 2020 and the middle of a pandemic. Natalie spent her days staring through her sunglasses at Blaine and his man bun. At the bulge in his creased and cut-off khakis. At the next man she planned to fuck, kill and eat in that order.
"Classic"
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