

The Luck of The DrawThe light rain outside had been hammering upon the roof of Devins 68 Mustang for hours. It wasnt until a wicked crack of lightning illuminated the sky and tremulous thunder shook the ground that the couple even realized how late it was. Betty Jarvis jerked up, slamming her head on the hard top. Ouch, she whined, rubbing her blonde curls. Jesum, Devin, what time is it? Who cares baby? he grunted, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her back down for another kiss. Devin, she groaned through pThe Luck of The Draw
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