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Follada anal “Danni’s an amazing woman.”

“I know that,” I said. “I wouldn’t either. “Depending on how things go down, I might be disappointed in you,” Erin said, “But if you told me to, I’d drop on my knees and put your cock down my throat before her tears dried.”

My cock stirred at the suggestion, and Erin broke out in a grin as she noticed my pants beginning to tent. “I’m not. I couldn’t imagine a single malevolent impulse hidden away in such a classy woman’s mind. God, she was gorgeous. “I don’t want you to go with him,” I said. She continued, “Part of me thinks that it might be worth pursuing if you like her enough—especially if love is on the table. “Because—”

“Why now, Marcus!?” Natalie repeated, much less subdued this time. “Have you guys set a date for the wedding yet?”

“No, monsieur,” she said, slipping another occasional word of French into her English. That’s huge for any young woman as infatuated as she is.”

“Yeah,” I said, already aware of where she was going with this.