Wet Dreamz
“Billy scooped more frogs from the pea-green pool and, glancing right and left for witnesses, dumped the offenders over the fence into Mrs. Kirsti’s neighbors’ yard.
Cam Kirsti was hella hot for someone her age. In her early thirties, her skin was like creamy chocolate, and her eyes resembled burnt caramel. Exotic and so damn sexy. She was tall with cleavage a man could lose himself and an ass—oh, damn, yeah. That ass. Wow. Her butt screamed for squeezing. Too bad her husband was a cheating fuckwad. The tool brought more mistresses home than one could shake a stick at. Always when Mrs. Kirsti was out of town checking on the sick family member her husband had vaguely mentioned in the past. How anyone could even think of another woman when they had one as hot as she was, Billy didn’t know.
If she was his? They wouldn’t leave the bedroom. He’d hand-feed her strawberries just to watch those lush lips open and close as they nibbled the wet sweetness. A door slammed, and he knew Mr.
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