The Pucking Wrong Guy (Pucking Wrong, #2)

by C.R. Jane

Oh good, they had pumpkin cream chai tea lattes. My favorite. I was a basic bitch when it came to my fall drinks.

Grandma Airways was evidently coming in hot.

You don’t have to be anything for me to love you. You just have to be you.”

I decide right then and there to coat her in my cum every day. I couldn’t stitch us together, so this seemed like a good alternative.