Emilia flashed the card over the sensor of the door lock and the door clicked open.
Grabbing some towels and sheets in her hands, she walked in to the room but shrieked and froze in her spot, as she saw the blonde mistress s***h model s***h Henry’s sneaky link, walking out of the bedroom and in to the living room, wearing nothing but a very skimpy and near to nothing bra, that just covered up her n*****s and an underwear that just latched on to the front, covering her folds.
The leggy blonde paused, still not having noticed Emilia, who decided to stay put, wondering if she was miscalculated the whole situation or the woman was actually Henry’s girlfriend, given the kind of the clothes that she was wearing.
As she turned around, she flashed her ivory butt to Emilia, bending down to pick
