His Innocent Sera
Her cries
Taking a sip, Armando retreated a few steps, checking her out.
"You can meet Dyson whenever you like, but there will be conditions," he put forth, his lecherous gaze slithering over her curves with nasty intent. Sera looked up, a subtle frown settling on her wounded lips.
"Nice tits," Armando complimented, eyes gleaming with vulgarity. "You would be worth a lot on the streets."
'You're disgusting," Sera seethed, raising her hands to cover her tits. If it wasn't for Dyson, she would have punched him square in his ugly face. Consequences be damned.
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