Chapter 60

“You are welcome to my home for the first time,” Ciara sounded, turning her fallen lustful, pale, bust, flat tummy and vagina line in between beefy thighs to Brian.

Brian wanted to make a comment but he felt his eyes getting busier than his lips. Ciara had yanked her leg wide open now and the interesting broad view before brain was Ciara’s well shaven vagina lips calling on him. At the time he wanted to look away, possibly somewhere at the wall above her on the frames of art work scattered all over the wall or the enlarged wedding frame of Ciara and her husband on the wall opposite. He knew Ciara had set a trap and he had fallen. But he thought she had given up on him especially now another man, not just a man but a billionaire was warming her thighs.

Ciara sat up, shooting her desire-filled stare at him and dimming her eyes like a stripper. “What do I offer you?” she asked.

At first Brian thought he could tell her to dress up. But what he was able to do some time in the past had rema