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Betty said before hanging up. Shine let out a shaky breath. She felt guilty for lying, but she could not exactly tell her work friend that she was leaking milk like a nursing mother despite never being pregnant. She was terrified. Was it a tumor? A hormonal failure? Or was she just losing her mind? A chime from her phone broke her spiral. She looked down to see a notification from her secret OnlyFans account. New Subscriber: User9982 has joined your fan club. User9982 has sent you a tip: $2,000.00.

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“Well, if that’s the case, why don’t you show me how well we fit?” Franco came close to her, his fingers making quick work of the buttons of her shirt. “Oh, I’d be more than happy to show you how well we fit together.” As he worked on her shirt, she was pulling off her boots and pants. She was naked quickly, and she felt her core preparing itself for a fun encounter as she watched Franco tear off his boots and when his pants fell, his shaft sprang free, proud, and throbbing.

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“Don’t talk like you know me.” “Ah, that’s right. You Franco Family hate spilling blood.” She leans forward slightly, pressing her knife hard enough that I feel a trickle of blood drip down my throat and over my chest. I don’t miss the way she watches it, licking her lips as she takes in my body and tattooed skin. “What happened to Leonardo Franco?” I ask her. “I wasn’t aware he’d stepped down.” “Keep his name out of your mouth,” she snarls, her voice vibrating straight through me.

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