She always makes the joke, “Putting the new sheets on to wash the old I guess you’re going to want to fuck me tonight huh?”
“Yup,” is always my reply.
“Not tonight you won’t, unless you want to buy new sheets,”
I looked at the white linens we were putting down, fighting against each other to slide the fitted sheet under quic…
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