A Marriage to Cure A Broken Billionaire

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long, and the smell of the hibiscus wine had started to soak into my clothes and skin pores. Then, finally, I was ready to get out of my

e had a family. But there was no way to see a wedding ring on his finger. Looking down at the dark, barren road ahead, I knew no one was coming to pick me up. It was only wishful thinking. Cam would have no idea how to find me with all the road closings. It feels like I've been sitting

r. I have no choice but to go with him or die here. The guy stops walking a

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ted ten minutes

I know. I'll be out in a minute. Let me get my things out of my

aybe there was a reason our paths had crossed. I got excited but remained calm to keep her

me? Can you help me with

ted because I w

trunk. But I shouldn't leave

s wearing a puffy white jacket that stops at her trim waistline. In the past, I felt it was a waste of time to scope out a girl's bo

any female in this way. I could see how this woman could be everything I could physically want in a woman. It was hard to

ould only imagine them having the ability to wrap tightly around him while I thrust in and out of her with quick and deep strokes. Then there were her breasts. They are so full and round. I would love to tak

ingers. "Can you take this su

she was annoyed by my distraction.

attention away from the enormous erection straining against hi

ions, like telling her all his secrets. Fortunately, I'm not an average man. I stifled a groan, unable to resist maki

g a set of curves li

r been with in the past. The young lady looked good from the front and behind. And with all her physical attributes, she somehow possess

so strong. I can't believe she was able to walk so straight. The gir

ming music. I looked at her and said. "That's ho

the passenger car door for her, and I looked down at her soggy, muddy boots. She sees me looking at them with disdain. The girl looked

t to mess up your nic

nd letting me put them in the trunk?

e than they are now if I take

w does that sound?" I ask wit

eggars can't be choosey. Now, can they?" She asked, fl

I replied. "Nope, beg

my ride. She didn't have a clue. Her focus wasn't on me but on her struggle to remove those sue

or you, and then you can sit

ntly su

ght,

nges out of the car. She says, "Boy, t

volume to the driver's si

her boots. Then, finally, she shoves her feet into the car while holding her wet boots outside the car, wait

to put them in the trunk for me?" Sh

her-gloved fingers. I barely had a grasp on them, holding them as far away from my des

e driver's seat, and instantly I smelled her body giving off pheromones, two kinds,

. It's already about 11 pm. My night was getting a very late start to get to the Niche nightclub. Initially, that was my plan, but plan

ing about this is that only one of us knows this, and I prefer to keep it that way. I don't even kno