Mommy Dearest’s Freaky Fling With India Summers And Arielle Faye

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. “Yeah,” I said. Xxx “She’s married!?”
God, the last thing I needed was yet another angry husband being cucked by a younger man because of me… especially this husband. Meanwhile, a still-grinning Erin wiped her thumb across her top lip, removing the lipstick that had smeared across it. I’ll keep it in mind.”
The message was from Erin, but it wasn’t what I thought. Wanting to get to Erin’s office, I obliged her and stepped into her space. I looked back at Erin and saw that she’d slowed to a halt when she noticed that Jessica and I had seen each other. Then, she pulled her tight against me. “And those are the only ones?”
“No,” I said. I considered keeping her out of the conversation, but she had already told Jess her name when they briefly spoke on the phone

Mommy Dearest’s Freaky Fling With India Summers And Arielle Faye

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