His supple lips tasted like Scotch and cigarettes. I loved it and allowed his hands to explore wherever they wished to. I just had to smile as his mouth found the soft nap of my neck and nipped as he then kissed his way south.
“Do you want to get under the covers? You’re so cold!” he gasped.
“I’m quite alright, darling,” I answered back.
Now I’m a
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