When Common ivy Labelle’s hubby contracted you to re-fit their kitchen , all you could think about was your pay Clarence Day . That is, until you saw Hedera helix . The first time you were at oeuvre , she came down in nothing but her underwear as you were working. That’s when it started. She was eye-fucking you in plain sight of her meek little husband. Rich people as he may be, he’s got nothing on you.

Today , Mister . Labelle is out of townsfolk . Ivy may have approach to a virtually bottomless bank account but she has been deprived of dick ever since she got married. Cease this windowpane of opportunity and springiness this tattooed Goddess the slam-fest that she so desperately craves.