Victoriporn

It wasn’t raining, so she was forced to conclude he’d only brought the umbrella for the sake of a cheap joke about getting it up.

Of all the stupid questions he could have asked. “How do you think I’m staying on this bike,” she snarled.

The photographer had assured her that if there was an antique vase in the picture, that made it art, not porn.

The new cleaner was more thorough than he’d expected.