That last two page spread made me sick to my stomach.

Man, I wanna huff a cat.

Oh, she wants some of that evil daddy D.

Do not mofumofu someone else's fluffy when your fluffy is standing right there.

You know you want to pet her pussy.

They should be pretending to sleep on a bed of nails because they are fakirs.

I do not think so. The girl has nowhere else to go and I doubt she will be staying with the queen. So the only choice left is to go home with him. And she will probably bring her little sister, as well.

All I could think about was Peter's epic chicken fights.

It is not Emily, it is she who cannot reflect.

Dude, chill it with that oddly erotic pose.

He really did a one eighty.

That is cute and silly.

Yvonne said "this time." I think she has also been transported inside the game.

Just wait until her husband comes home with another girl.

Mommy?

This guy is so freaking boring and pretentious.

Go Emma!

I want to watch her take her jacket off. Jacket off! Jacket off! Jacket off!

It is kind of scary how everyone is connected to one another.

Beautiful badass busty book babe.