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The naughty brideShe got to the fourth floor and inside her door. Breathing a heavy sigh, she pushed the door shut with her ass. She went to the bar and poured herself a drink. The liquor went down easily hitting bottom heavily. Her head started to spin. "Eva, is that you?" her husband's voice came from the bedroom. "Yes, it's me," she said quickly. "Where the hell have you been?" "I-I couldn't sleep. I went for a walk," she said. And got fucked, you bastard, she thought. "Don't you know it's dangerous to wander about at this hour?" his voice said, still from the bedroom. "I thought it would be safe here," she said. "You're probably right. Nothing could happen to you here. Now come on to bed." She finished her drink, took another straight from the bottle, and staggered in to her bed. John was already back asleep. Eva crawled under the satin sheet and quickly passed out, a silly, satisfied grin on her face. CHAPTER SEVEN When John awakened at six, Eva was sprawled nude, half on the bed, half off. He looked at her with distaste and went into the bathroom and turned on the cold water in the shower ...» | Код для вставки книги в блог HTML
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