Do you know what passion is? He whisperedAnd he brushed my lips... the lipstick smeared and the brassiere rested on the floor..
Be a gentleman, and do it gently.
Torture. He was torturing her. And she didn't want it to ever stop.
Erotic fiction is written for a class. To understand and enjoy it, either you should have the class or the classy open mind.
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