Holy Crap! My Fling Is My Step-Uncle
With the evidence in hand, he quickly set off to find Manager Brent.
Meanwhile, in a dimly lit tent in the forest, anyone could easily get dizzy upon witnessing the interesting sight.
“What the fu*k!
Where did you run off to, Benson?”
Coco stood in the middle of her tent, moving up and down as if she had a sore on her bum that was preventing her from sitting down.
She fixed a burning gaze on her phone and decided to dial his number once more. However, a few rings later, the call was directed to voicemail, just like the ones before.
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