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Chapter 12 by brownguy20 brownguy20

where to, do they get away?

ride for a bit

Eric drove hands shaking

She still had her hands on the guns. She was about to call someone. She needed money. He guns was still smoking. She had contacts in her phone where she can hide out, maybe still win the bet and get tons of cash. After all aint the first time she fired a round in some fools

"Damm need to get clean up" She Said. Cum was dirpping down her leg

"You need a napkin"

She had some in his pocket book and then her mind thought of something

what does she do

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