Rubbing her tits during the interview, she cums all over herself She asked me for my dick, so I gave it to her

with various literary blogs, podcast hosts,

and I've even done a few Instagram live chats.

Well, just one more interview, and then I'll

finally be finished for the day.

I hope it's someone who's actually read my work.

I can always tell when they've just skimmed

the first couple of chapters.

This last interview is in person, which

I'm actually kind of glad for.

Oh, and there you are.

Let's get this over with.

Hi there.

Oh.

Oh, my god.

Hey.

Surprise.

Wait, are you interviewing me today?

Yeah.

Yeah, I am.

You're looking at the newest writer

for the Fiction Hub blog.

No way.

Good for you.

Come in.

Come in.

We can just head over to my office over here.

You settle on the old antique couch

pressed up against the wall of my office.

Your red blazer and matching wedges

are a pop of color against my drab office walls.

Oh, god.

I feel so relieved right now.

Just before you got here, I was worrying

about having to speak with someone who

hasn't actually read my work.

Oh, I know what you mean.

Those are the worst kind of interviews.

But you know I've read everything you've written,

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