08/28/00: Goddess Skilly, in a Weaver Stance, her Glock steady and aimed...

Posted By: Tent-pollin' (Bickle)


her face set in a cold, ruthless grimace of concentration, her finger squeezing the trigger, the bullet jumping out of the chamber to affirm her vengeance, the recoil making her breasts quiver.

I can't begin to tell you how hard I am right now. Fuckin' cat couldn't scratch it.


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