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If Roy sees it, her plans for revenge are ruined.
She shakes off the dizzy sensation, hurries back to hide the papers beneath the mattress before she goes to get the door. One stupid swing without checking who it is, leaves her naked before Clyde.
“Took you long—” Clyde’s jaw drops, his eyes involuntarily run down Sheryl’s nakedness, from her long pointy breasts, to her long legs, and the soft mound between her thighs.
He’s wearing a simple white tee, paired with tight-fitting black faded jeans, so tight that the outline of his cock presses against the fabric, not sparing anyone the imagination.