Tales of the Sex League: The Rise of Heather Part 3 Clara smiled as she read the incoming
Tales of the Sex League: The Rise of Heather Part 3 Clara smiled as she read the incoming message from Rhianna. The woman had caught her as she was just finishing her morning swim and her body still shone with warmth as she heard the familiar chime from her cell-phone. Clara had neglected keeping track of the incoming Sex-League applications. After all, out of the hundreds of aspiring Sex-fighters to post on the site only a dozen or so would be chosen to compete for this year’s League schedule. Why sweat the small fry? Plenty of time to find out who the true competition was going to be once the Sparro’s made their decision. Until then it was train, train, train as she shaped her body into the physically perfect, slut-crushing weapon it currently was. Rhianna was a prime bitch; rough and domineering with a spiteful streak that ran on for miles. Which was why she couldn’t keep a man in her bed for more than a few weeks at a time. But the news that Heather had finally decided to enter the competition? That was news. Clara had never forgiven the bitch for stealing her job as purchasing manager at Laina Jane’s. She had that job sewn up before that blonde whore dropped to her calloused knees and sucked off the store manager… and his fucking wife. Rhianna may be a vindictive cunt herself, but she was right about one thing. Payback was a bitch. -- source link
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