The neighbor's son.

That naughty boy next door always gave me these looks whenever I walked past him in the neighborhood, like he wanted to say something but never had the guts. One time I was home alone and needed a screwdriver to fix some furniture, so I decided to knock on his door and see if he had one to lend me. Lucky me — not only did he have it, but he also offered to help. That’s when I saw the chance to find out why he kept staring at me every time we crossed paths. Turns out he knew me from Twitter and wanted a taste of my hungry ass. In the end, I thanked him for the screwdriver by letting him put his own tool inside me.

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