Billionaires Forbidden Passion
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I became an adult today–I mean, today marked my eighteenth birthday. Even as I sipped my drink, my father comfortably punched himself on an ancient –designed chair opposite to mine.
The room was lavishly furniture, especially with the fact that my father loved some classical cottages.
Meanwhile, he narrated to me the story of a vengeful, evil woman who had happened to be his first lover. Story time.
He called her all sorts of nasty names–elephant–breasted, evil, hooker, and occasionally the bottomless–p*ssy woman who had once trapped his heart. It wasn't easy for him to deal with this p*n*s–hungry seductress.
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