Chapter 164

Intimate sounds were coming through the phone and muffled by the phone’s microphone but horrifyingly clear. Wren could bear herself moaning and slurring.

‘C'mon…I want you to… fuck me,’

‘Wren, you’re drunk. We should go to bed,’ Dean said, but Wren became even more petulant.

“No, let's do it here….…...

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