Son Gets Ridden By Horny Brunette Stepmom

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“We’re done here.”

“Mr. “I haven’t heard from him since I went to my office.”

Oh fuck. “Roger’s no longer a partner, Helen,” I whispered. Besides that, I was already uncomfortable with Roger VanCamp being arrested, knowing he could make trouble for me and use that as a bargaining chip. She’s mine now.”

Roger sneered at me. I’m yours,” she repeated my words. She raised her arms above her head and ran her fingers through her hair as I watched her tense up. I couldn’t afford to be a chump, no matter how wealthy I was. When I didn’t relent, her eyes slowly opened, and the fear in those cold blue irises had been replaced with pools of torrid blue azure flame. Low light shining through half-closed blinds was the only thing illuminating the room. We need to talk.”

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I probably wasn’t doing the guys any favors by going with them to see Roger VanCamp, but I didn’t give a shit. As we walked into his office’s reception space, a young woman with thick, dark brown hair and a fair complexion stood up hurriedly and made her way around her desk toward

Son Gets Ridden By Horny Brunette Stepmom