The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

At the same time, Frank's eyes widened as he could see Helen's black bra unimpeded, which further accentuated the brightness of her fair skin. "Let me go, Vicky!" Helen snapped.

It was just so embarrassing that she could hide in a hole just then, and her cheeks flushed despite her usual girlboss composure.

"Yeah, Vicky. Don't let her go... I mean, let her go... We can discuss the martial tournament later..." Frank said, feeling his juices flowing and almost bleeding from the nose as he watched the two beauties tussled.

The mole on Helen's breast was especially captivating as it jiggled while Helen struggled, and then there were Vicky's long fair legs...

"Stop... lookin!"

Helen was seething, snapping at Frank since she could not beat Vicky.

"Oh... Okay," Frank replied stiffly but did not turn away.

"I'm angry now, Vicky!"

as she still could

you getting angry? That's a look I haven't seen before, so why don't you show me

ladies continued to tussle for

and Vicky's chest, her expression frigid when she touched her

bore. I'm leaving." She huffed

front of Frank's pool lounger and wheezing. "Vicky!" she snapped as she looked up, glaring at Vicky fixedly as if she could skin her. She did not care that

kept giggling. "I'm just teaching you about fair trade. No pain,

Helen clenching her knuckle-she was just so

Helen felt slightly inferior to Vicky after the mis landing she with

decided that she could play second fiddle, even made up her mind

what Vicky was doing since she had already wolle kept teasing Helen, provoking