Ever since Chelsie turned eighteen, her life was constantly interrupted by the men in her neighborhood.
She squirmed under the large man on top of her who was slowly fucking her tight ass and just managed to get ahold of her phone.
“Be late. Mr. Doyle is fucking my ass again,” she texted.
“Slut! Don’t worry. Late too. Mr. Gonzales is trying to knock me up,” her friend Angela sent back.
“She’s late because someone is trying to make her period late,” she thought. “If there wasn’t a giant pain in my ass, I’d laugh.”
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