zoroking

Natalie froze. A thousand thoughts whirred through her brain. The loudest? She was compromised. In all of five minutes. Why the fuck did Lily invite Dylan? Dylan wore the shit-eating grin of a sore winner. He was already nearly a foot taller than Natalie, which she used to find desperately hot, but now he felt even larger. He knew everything. About her interests, her "cosplay," as she had just put it to Bryn. Before their tumultuous break-up, in the span of six months she had tried to get him to be her daddy, but the word just turned to ash in her mouth now. She was sure Dylan had pictures of her in nothing but a diaper on his phone, right n