The rain was pouring in sheets when Stiles’s taxi pulled up outside the Hale mansion. She stepped out in a tiny white crop top and micro skirt—both completely soaked through, clinging to her body like second skin. Her fat tits were outlined perfectly, dark nipples stiff and visible, the skirt plastered to her thick ass and thighs. Water streamed down her legs.
Lydia opened the door and gasped.




















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