#Chapter55
Changing Times
/"Let me guess, you're a tidy whites and sports bra girl? Do you even own a push up a bra, or a thong?/" I catch the jest in her tone as she mocks me and rolls her eyes, as I begin to shake my head, eyes wide and completely shellshocked we are even discussing my underwear habits. I mean, we only just met, and far from the fact I thought all Santos hated my kind, here she is trying to gift me her underwear.
/"Ai, Papi!/" She mutters to herself with a hint of disappointment. /"Colton seems more like a black lace kind. The boy has hidden kinks for sure.… So, we'll go with that. It has a little push to give your sisters some lift./" She wiggles her breast with one hand as though to demonstrate and tosses the black scrap towards the four—poster bed.
