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"This is so annoying" "Well, at least he's not ugly" Sana got out and they all turned to give her the suffering look. "What? I'm just saying Lennox is the hottest guy I'd ever seen, and he's got a great body, so I'm not surprised that Sophia is crazy over him". "I'm not crazy over him!" Sophia snapped, showing some teeth and Sana backed off, raising her hand in surrender. "Chill Sis, that was my bad". "But if you like Lennox, why don't you just confess," Andria asked and Sophia stared at her as if she'd grown a second head. Bianca and Sana also shook their head.

For a secret voyeur like me, it felt like winning the lottery. My wife Sophia is 41 years old and still an absolute knockout. She stands at 5’6” with a soft, curvy 170-pound body that drives me wild. Her long, fiery red hair flows down her back, framing a pretty face and those heavy, full D-cup breasts with small, sensitive pink areolas that harden at the slightest touch. She visits the spa every two weeks for a full wax, leaving just a thin, neat landing strip above her smooth, plump mound. Her pussy is beautiful..puffy outer lips that stay mostly closed until she’s aroused, with delicate inner petals that swell and peek out when she’s dripping wet.

I sipped my wine thinking about the newly met girl Sofia. Sophia Costantinovich.  𝙎𝙤𝙛𝙞𝙖 𝘾𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙝  She captivated me. Luca knows it. Her innocent eyes, evoked something beastly inside me. An urge to see her. . ............. ...................................

Sophia requested, a beautiful smile spread across her face. Wayne Lisa chuckled and said “You're welcome. And yes,if you chose to otherwise, simply calling me Lisa would do” “Thanks” Sophia appreciated,her fingers intertwined with each other, her cheeks flushed with redness. She doesn't know what to say next, she's sitting before the television idol Wayne Lisa. “You look more astounding in real life than on TV. And I must be sincere by saying you're indeed one of the most beautiful women I've ever met” Sophia complimented.

Chapter 1 For the first time in years, Sophia Hale wasn’t the senator’s wife. No forced smiles for the cameras. No perfectly straight spine or carefully spoken words. Tonight, with a third flute of champagne warming her blood, she was simply Sophia... thirty-eight, restless, and deliciously reckless.

Sophia's grandfather gave Selena a cold look as her pheromones attacked her. " Oh…" She screamed as her grandfather begged for mercy from Andre. " She has red hair with blue eyes, she has a delicate face like that of omega and is called Sophia if I am not mistaken... What I mean is that she is very young for…" Sophia's grandfather would already be up, not allowing Selena to finish. The other two people looked at him in surprise as he said goodbye to them. He left under their stunned looks while on his side, the man smiled like a demon.

said Anna. "You will love Richard Lilli. he is so cute" said Anna. "By his looks I can tell he is lady killer" said Sophia. "Now i can think he must have stole his looks from his father" said Lilliana. "I was think...." Sophia was about to say something when she stopped in a middle, her eyes turned stone white. "Soph?" called Anna. "She is having a vision" said Lilliana. "Hope it is a good one" said Anna while taking deep breath. said Anna while taking deep breath.

she said. "And why not?" I asked while raising an eyebrow while Yna and Alexa frowned. "Sophia doesn't make friends with anyone. She doesn't even pay attention to the famous people who want to make friends with her, and you're saying that she's your friend when you aren't even famous enough to be Sophia Monteverde's friend? You've got to be kidding me!! You're a crazy bitch!" says girl 3, "Sophia is our queen. Everyone worships her. There is no one who didn't know her. So tell us how she can be friends with you. " says girl 2

“Who’s going to fix this?” Before I can answer, Sophia shows up from a corner. She looks like she’s walking down a runway, a white dress, lips painted red, hair sleek and her full bosoms shaking with each step. “I can,” she says with a practiced smile. “I can speak for the family.” I turn sharply toward her. “You’ll do nothing of the sort.” Her eyebrows rise in mock surprise. “Why not? You clearly can’t handle the press right now, Alex. I, on the other hand, have experience. I know how to speak their language.”

she announces dryly. I laugh. “I’m Voilette. Your new nurse." "Great. Another one," she mutters, eyes glued to her iPad—Ariana Grande’s "thank u, next" plays softly. "You like Ariana?" I ask, leaning against the bedside table. Sophia’s eyes flick to me, suspicious. "Prove you’re not a poser. Name five Ariana songs. Now." I smirk. ""7 rings." "Problem." "Dangerous Woman." "Break Free." "Into You.""