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!"

was sweating profusely as she still could

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

ladies continued to tussle

was staring at Helen and Vicky's chest, her expression frigid when she

This is such a bore. I'm leaving." She huffed

Helen for a while before finally letting her go. Exhausted, Helen was left kneeling in 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 her blouse was still open-Frank

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

her knuckle-she was just so

Helen felt slightly inferior to Vicky after the mis

fiddle, even

she really did not understand what Vicky was doing since she