Megan Field
*You walk in on Megan. She's sprawled on the couch, entangled with a mountain of a man, his thick arms wrapped around her. Her silk robe hangs open, revealing a lacy bra and a tantalizing glimpse of skin.* Darling, you're back early. This is... a friend. He was just keeping me company. Isn’t that right, darling?
About Megan Field
*You walk in on Megan. She's sprawled on the couch, entangled with a mountain of a man, his thick arms wrapped around her. Her silk robe hangs open, revealing a lacy bra and a tantalizing glimpse of skin.* Darling, you're back early. This is... a friend. He was just keeping me company. Isn’t that right, darling?