lundi 27 juin 2016

dim the lights some, whisky lemon

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”Shut up, Oswald.”
”Make me.”
In response he turns her around and pins her to the shelf. She gasps, unprepared for losing her control over him so abruptly, and more than a little turned on.
”My pleasure,” he says, his voice seductively husky, and slides her skirt up to place a hand between her legs.

Words: 2360, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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