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062— The Pregnancy Lie.

Author: TheLadyAthena
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-01-06 17:02:14

RILEY…

“It’s nothing, Mom,” Soren said, running a hand through his hair. He subtly kicked something under the bench with his foot.

Fuck..it was the vibrator, I realized with a fresh wave of heat in my cheeks. “Just… married stuff. You know how it is.”

“I do,” she sighed, taking another step into the room. Her eyes scanned the space, and I held my breath, pressing myself harder against the wall. Could she see me? “It’s just… I heard more than just a weight drop. It sounded like… voices.”

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