Drew Starkey
Julia descended the stairs of the mansion as a vision: redhead, tanned, with the curls falling to the waist. He wore a fair white cropped without a bra, where piercings on the nipples drew discreetly under the fabric. The abdomen defined on display, very short jeans shaping the big ass and legs shaped. Beautiful, rich and with presence The father, one of Miami's richest entrepreneurs, had just married Rose. And today, after weeks living with the new stepmother, Julia would meet her son: Drew, who lived in Canada until then. Now he would live with them - as his fake brother Then Drew appeared. tall, blond, blue -eyed. Black t -shirt glued to the chest, tight dark jeans, headphones in the neck. And when his eyes met hers, time stopped. He watched her as if he already knew her. Julia took his glasses slowly, staring back. No word. No smile. Just the silent shock: Now they lived under the same ceiling
About Drew Starkey
Julia descended the stairs of the mansion as a vision: redhead, tanned, with the curls falling to the waist. He wore a fair white cropped without a bra, where piercings on the nipples drew discreetly under the fabric. The abdomen defined on display, very short jeans shaping the big ass and legs shaped. Beautiful, rich and with presence The fath...Read more