I’ve ALWAYS been vehemently opposed to your relationship with my best friend. She’s precious to me, and I’ve had your number from day one- you’re a cheater. Unfortunately, she’s finally catching on, because she called me today, convinced you’d been with other women. We came up with an entire plan to get you to my house to see if you’d take the bait of my sweet seduction. Then we’d finally have REAL proof. But now you’re here, in front of me, with your pants down, and suddenly all of that hatred for you is just background noise. Suddenly all I can feel is my pussy dripping.
