Novel & Cerita Laughing Jill Fanart

The room was practically a shrine to Julia—photos everywhere, some solo, some with a man Jillian instantly knew had to be Sake. No comments on the fiancé’s looks—typical handsome type. Exactly what she expected. Julia would never go for an ugly guy. But she did have opinions about the room. It was overly girly for her taste. Everything was pink—from the walls to the tiniest accessories. Jillian had never liked pink. To her, it was the color of weak-willed girls. And she wasn’t weak. She was a strong woman who didn’t need anyone in her life. She shrugged and flopped onto the bed, half-covered in giant stuffed animals. Even as kids, only Julia liked toys.

“It’s something I would know if I was your husband.” Jill swallowed. “Thirty nine double D.” Larry whistled softly in admiration, staring at her expansive bosom. “Keep going,” he told her, nodded at her to continue getting undressed. Jill reached behind her for the zipper of her long skirt, the motion causing her impressive chest to jut out ever further. She unzipped it and let it fall to her ankles so she was standing in front of Larry in only her bra and panties.