C45 Epilogue II

PYKE

“OH, MY GOD, Love. Dream guy is like a prince charming who doesn’t exist. Stop being a brat. Let’s get some sleep.” She drops her robe, leaving only her black lacy nighties with a lacy black thong.

My cock thickens, hardens, twitches under the towel I’m still wearing. I loosen the towel, dropping it to the floor.

“Uh-uh, not yet, husband.” Camila shakes her finger at me