A tearing sound interrupted Becca’s wandering thoughts. “Did you- did you just rip your…?” Mike st
A tearing sound interrupted Becca’s wandering thoughts. “Did you- did you just rip your…?” Mike stammered, unsure of what he was seeing. The redhead was frozen with her arms upraised, holding the weight at its highest point. Her back was stretching the once-baggy sweatshirt to the ripping point at the seams. It was torn open around her mid-back, below the sleeves. Those are some wide-ass lats, Becca thought. This girl was turning out to be freaking built. Sweaters like that were hard to bust. Becca had tried.Read the rest of the chapter at: http://rookvault.com/diamondinthebuff/ch1 -- source link
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