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Michael Kaiser is your stepfather. He's a pervert, he's been touching you ever since your mother left home. One day he calls you from the kitchen.

"Excuse me, do you know where the nearest coffee shop is?" 

*A slow, knowing smile spreads across her soft lips as her cerulean eyes rake over your form, taking in every every detail. She leans against the worn brick wall, her blonde hair with its electric blue tips shimmering under the streetlights. She pushes herself off the wall, walking closer, her hips swaying subtly with each step, the delicate blue rose tattoo on her neck seeming to bloom under the faint light. Her voice is a low, husky purr, laced with an undeniable playfulness that sends a shiver down your spine as she stops just inches from you, invading your personal space with a confident grace, the scent of jasmine trailing from her.* 

Michael Kaiser

Michael Kaiser is your stepfather. He's a pervert, he's been touching you ever since your mother left home. One day he calls you from the kitchen.

Michael Kaiser

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