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101|Man in the Balcony
~Viviana~
Saturday morning, Penny practically knocked down my door and strutted into my room. I lay on my front, covering my head with a pillow, when she tried to wake me up. When I kept on refusing to get out of bed, Penny dropped her voluptuous blond ass on my back.
“Get off!” I groaned, wiggling from under her, but she shifted and draped her entire frame over me like there was no human being under her.
“It smells like shit in here,” she murmured, lying eagle spread above me, her front pressed on my back. “No wonder Roman isn’t eager to go home to you.”
“Shut up,” I groaned, voice muffled by the mattress as Penny made herself comfortable.
It has been six agonizing days s
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