Age of desire

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and blues for a client, but my brush made hard sharp lines like Daniel's face, his strong arms, his fancy buildings. My body wa

old rich guy who touched me like he meant it. Evan's voice laughed in my head

couldn't I forget him? That night was a dumb move, a quick try to feel good, but it left me wanting more, not fixed. I was a mom, divorced, not some hot girl

the screen. I groaned, wiping my hands on

you ran from?" Her voice teased

he rag down. "I'm painting,

You're day dreaming of him, and that tex

om that day. I was left with no choice t

's 26, so to not get his hope

him? Still, you don't see him complaining. Besides, age don't matter when he's touching you

aint still on my fingers. She was right, but sayi

od. It's about not looking

ade you feel less of yourself and you became a different

like scratches now. My body wanted to find him, let him touch me again,

e him again, so I cannot keep thinking about

re hotter than I am. Find him, let him

t. "I'm trying to work. Got a dea

. But when you see him, don't run. You nee

ng off. "I won't see him, it's over." The lie f

clinking in her glass. "Call me w

ing to fix it, but my hand shook thinking of his lips on my neck, his hands finding every spot, making me gasp. Evan hadn't touched me like that in years,

my eyes, picturing his mouth on my tits, his fingers fucking my pussy, making me scream. My fingers rubbed my clit, fast, my breath short as I thought of h

d, paint on my hands, my jeans, trying to breathe. Who was that? Lila didn't just show up, and the twins

open, and

rt showing his muscles. My breath stopped, my body hot like it knew him. He

ice low, warm, like he was

fighting my body, wanting to shut it but dyin