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The Hotwife and Her Friend’s Heart
Sheila seduced a friend who had a concern he needed to share
Sheila spoke playfully and eyed Paul across the living room.
“I don’t bite.” Her eyes danced.
He cocked his head to one side, wanting to dive inside her grin. “Famous last words.”
Sheila gripped the hem of her top. “Just say the word.”
“And you’ll take it off?” Paul sat on the sofa, breathing heavily.
“Yes.”
“And you’re mine for tonight?”
“Absolutely. And tomorrow.”
Paul motioned for her to join him on the sofa, and Sheila strolled across the living room like she was a model on the fashion runways and not the photographer she once was.
Her sweatshirt showed a hint of her panties over hips that swayed in inviting circles. Her gaze was as intoxicating as the finest whiskey, or was she more like an illegal drug that with only one hit stayed in the system?
Paul’s chest warmed and his hands trembled.
“Franklin explained everything, right?” she asked, mentioning her husband who had gone out of town for a few days.
