WET PUSSY

ld in an instant. The storm was bad enough, but that bloody handprin

s wavered with the shifting light of the storm. The print was still there, f

as f

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oat wen

on the fou

ttered to the floor. The cat silent until now leapt onto her couch, its wet

fraid. It w

he screen refused to light. She cursed, remembe

gh the building itself held its breath. Then silen

ence, Selene sw

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ins