MY HUSBAND'S BOSS STOLE ME
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للبالغينمستمرّة27m
آخر تحديث: أحد, أبريل ٦, ٢٠٢٥
"The last thing I remembered was my husband's smile.
Then the needle pricked my thigh.
Now I wake up to a woman kissing my forehead, calling me 'wife.'
And the worst part?
My body arches into her touch like it knows her."
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