"How should I take you?" He smiled,
Sliding two fingers into her soaking interior,
Swivelling to bring out the lightest of sighs
And the softest, most gentle of reactions,
As she squeezed him happily, murmuring:
"Let me count the ways..."
"How should I take you?" He smiled,
Sliding two fingers into her soaking interior,
Swivelling to bring out the lightest of sighs
And the softest, most gentle of reactions,
As she squeezed him happily, murmuring:
"Let me count the ways..."
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