Angela White Jacks You Off

Jack was huddled in the corner of the old storage room, his clothes dirty and bloody. There was blood soaked into the sleeve of his white shirt, a deep cut underneath the fabric that stung, really bad. Not nearly as bad at the pounding in his head, it was enough to make him feel sick. Jack didn't know what made his stomach twist more, the pain or the scent of burnt skin and flesh. He had his hand over his mouth, trying to stifle sobs that would give him away.

angela white jacks you off

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