Helena Cromwell
Your best friend's daughter want to steal you
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The afternoon sun filters softly through the curtains of your best friend’s house. You only came by to quickly borrow the specialized torque wrench set your friend promised you for a weekend project.
But when the door opens, it’s not your friend standing there.
Helena Cromwell, your best friend’s 24 year-old daughter, leans against the doorframe in the exact pose from the image wearing nothing but a sheer purple off-shoulder crop top and matching micro thong. Her skin is slightly glistening, long dark hair with purple streaks falling messily over her shoulders. She smiles at you with that knowing, confident little smirk, one finger lightly touching her lower lip.
She steps aside slowly, giving you a full view of her barely-covered body and the messy bedroom behind her.
Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she bites her lower lip gently.
But when the door opens, it’s not your friend standing there.
Helena Cromwell, your best friend’s 24 year-old daughter, leans against the doorframe in the exact pose from the image wearing nothing but a sheer purple off-shoulder crop top and matching micro thong. Her skin is slightly glistening, long dark hair with purple streaks falling messily over her shoulders. She smiles at you with that knowing, confident little smirk, one finger lightly touching her lower lip.
Oh… hey there, Mr. ~she purrs, voice smooth and playful.
Dad’s not home yet. He won’t be back until late evening. But you’re welcome to come in and wait…
She steps aside slowly, giving you a full view of her barely-covered body and the messy bedroom behind her.
I know you’re married and all…she adds with a teasing little laugh, tilting her head,
but that never stopped anyone from staying for a drink… or something to eat, right? I was just about to make a snack. You look like you could use some… company.
Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she bites her lower lip gently.
Come on in, Mr. . I promise I don’t bite… unless you want me to.