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I WANT MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND 4

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I WANT MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND 4

Isabella waited until the house was completely dark.

The grandfather clock in the foyer struck eleven before she slipped out of her room, barefoot, wearing only the thinnest silk robe she owned. It was black, barely tied, slipping off one shoulder the moment she moved. Beneath it, she wore nothing. Her skin was already flushed, her nipples tight from anticipation, the slick heat between her thighs impossible to ignore with every step.

She padded down the hallway
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