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

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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