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FUCKING THE MAN ON THE RUN (1)

Author: Diabla
last update publish date: 2026-05-16 23:36:24

The moment I dropped my plate in the kitchen sink, the door slammed shut behind me. I jumped, panic rising in my chest.

Oh my god, am I about to be robbed?

I grabbed the nearest weapon my hand could find, a knife, because I was not expecting anyone. So it definitely has to be an intruder.

“Who is there?” I asked as I slowly stalked towards the entrance.

And then I heard it, a low and ragged breath coming from the shadow near my entrance.

“Show yourself.” I pointed the knife in the direction,
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