Linker Suspicion

Her plump labia, her delicate pink folds—Jake left nothing untouched.

With one hand, he kneaded her full, round buttocks. The solid yet springy sensation was like a water-filled balloon, heavy yet incredibly elastic.

"Taylor, listen to me. I was just confused for a moment. Didn't you give me a chance before? Now I've figured it out. I've already divorced Neita. We can start over anytime."

"Oh really? Wasn't that woman carrying your child?" Taylor couldn't help but sneer. Back then, you abandoned me for the sake of having an heir. Now you've kicked that homewrecker to the curb.

It was hard for Taylor not to think that way.

Linker's old wounds were ruthlessly exposed by Taylor, but to win her back, he endured it. "Taylor, stop fooling around. We were husband and wife, after all. You're unmarried, I'm single. It's not too late."