Mr. Jones, You Have the Wrong Wife!
s me
longating in the dim light as the man's hot lips kissed down to her
hair and cle
n a good mood and, urged on by her new colleagues, she had dr
stereoscopic face, the man had deep eyebr
em kissed bac
nds of panting and the woman's
he looked up at the man on top of her, her small hands clumsily
oved it downwards, his deep black eye
t all. She only knew she was hot, thirsty, and wanted to h
y became hoarse, as if restraining s
itching her mind. Scarlet gradually became e
g inch by inch on her collarbone. Scarlet tilted her head back an
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urtains and shone into the room, Scarlet was awakened by the dazzling ligh
e quickly opened her eyes and saw a face as handsome
his her
y handsome with his perpetually furrowed
suddenly, tightly wrapping her naked body in the bla
really
difficulty, she ended up sleeping w
till keep
ed her bag on the table, and ran, but she didn't notice at all
her cousin Kira came out of the room looking unhappy, "You were so
couldn't find the work ID she should have brought back for
she could only work in a small market department. Since childhood, Kira had always been overshadowed by Scarlet in everyth
hink it. I'll go explain to the compan
!" Kira angrily shouted, gr
re dumbfounded, s
on H
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sing mirror, Spencer's br
me face resembled a suit model. His long and slender fingers buttoned
body, the woman's soft voic
ng at his feet. He picked it up a
ard. The woman in the photo seemed different from last