Hot Blog: BRANDIBELLE BRANDI BELLE brows drew down, and for one moment he was truly scared of her, frightened by his loving wife and school friend, the woman who'd done everything for him. She looked at him as if he was not only nothing, but evil.
Then her face cleared. "Can't say I don't deserve it." She did not remove her coat or her other clothes, but moved onto the couch.
He tried a smile, then shook his head and wobbled onto his feet, clutching at the window sill behind him for support. His hands were cold and wet once he steadied, and he moved toward her with purpose. If she was leaving him, at least he'd give her something good to think about as she did.
She took no initiative. She usually did. Unusually passive, she moved to let him remove her underwear (white, plain panties) and position her legs wide on the sofa.
He bent to take the first taste in ¡K God, how long had it been? He had neglected her, no doubt. He looked at her and cocked his head. When had she gotten that white hair from? Last time he'd done this, she didn't have any, and now there were two, cute as could be
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