Chapter Ninety-Seven

Ezra

Alana huffs, fuming. “Payback, really?”

I chuckle and give her a sly look. “Yes. I can play your game too, sweetness.”

“I will fix it myself like I have been recently.” She slips her hand between her thighs and starts to rub her pussy, not breaking eye contact with me. No, she isn’t...

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