Lick it And Slip it in by Demiah13

Chapter 110

Tyler’s pov

Was I really about to do this to get information on whoev er had written the word whore on Layla’s locker?

I looked at Karen’s house, more specifically her room. It was lit up and I was sure she was waiting for me in there.

I let out an irritated breath and got out of the car. I ap proached the front door and rang the bell.

In just a few minutes someone’s footsteps approach the door. When the door pried open | smile at Karen’s mother awkwardly.

“Oh it’s you Tyler. Thought it was the pizza delivery guy.” Karen’s mom laughed lightly.

“Sorry about visiting this late ma’am, Karen asked me to help her with our history homework that’s due tomorrow.” 

I wasn’t even good at history.

“Oh I know about that, Karen has already informed me that you’d be visiting. And please, how many times must I tell you to call me Kerry?” She giggled and opened the door wider.

“Come in. Come in. Haven’t seen you here in a while.” She smiles and I return an awkward one that she looked past.

Stepping into the house, I stiffen when she ‘accidentally’ squeezed my bicep. She giggled like a school girl. “Oh sorry. You’ve gotten even more toned.”

DODL

Igrit my teeth.

One of the reasons why I avoided coming to Karen’s and usually brought her over to my place was because of her leeching mother who always sees fit to touch me inappropri ately.

A grown woman with a husband and a daughter I had been banging wasn’t my type regardless of my reputation.

a fuse today, Kerry should

a conversation any longer with her and

pointed smile that

you.”

there quicker and away from Kerry’s creepy glare on my ass, I

knocked on the door, looking down the hall to see Kerry already at the

on Karen’s

with

the two women in

shiver of disgust snaked down my spine as

when Karen’s loud voice

her room, closing the door behind me, and let out

got blinded by the color of

by the sound of the water running, I knew she

shelves, cringing when I saw that she still had pictures

never in a serious relation ship, Karen treated what

photoshopped photos of me and them to

actually real, with her taking them

at them, I couldn’t help but feel creeped out that she still kept them despite us clearly not

the idea that we would never go back to how we were the last we

away from the photos lined on the shelves to

back from the shelves I push my hands into the pocket of my

towel that barely cov ered

cock stirred like it would usually do when my eyes feasted on a naked girl’s

they had done for Layla to touch every inch of her

to

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