THE BOSS
Dessara Harasse
"Oh, goodness! Why are you still in bed?" Gina found Rhonda on the bed, lying down, watching a N*****x series, gliding into the late Sunday afternoon with nothing to desire except a full glass of red, fully naked for nobody to appreciate. Until now.
She yawned and stretched, pulling everything taut. Flat stomach, muscled thighs, and pert breasts. She smirked, reached for the glass, and downed a swig of her wine insolently—spilled the liquid off her lips, wetting her breasts, then her stomach.
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