Chapter 252: Stomach Pain in the Dead of Night

Joseph Lyson had just finished fooling around with Leanna Good. Leanna lay sprawled on the bed, worn out, while Joseph worked his hands into her shoulders and lower back, kneading patiently. "You little jerk," she muttered, voice lazy but sharp. "All you ever do is bully me." "Every single time you leave me wrecked. I can't even lift a finger. Who does that to someone?" "Lara Good, I'm giving you a massage, aren't I?" Joseph said, pressing his thumbs along a sore spot. "Give it a minute. You'll...