he looked deeply in my eyes, saying: 'you fainted babe, so i brought you to my house since i didn't know where you live.' his hand slowly stroked my face, as if i was made of porselain. 'thank you mr...' i didn't know his name yet. 'jesse klaver, babe, but you can call me daddy.'
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My Lucky Klaver
Fanfictionlijsttrekker in the streets, daddy in the sheets. You meet Jesse, the tiger, and all of a sudden your live changes, and it isn't what it used to be. it's better, way better.
