CRAVE: Temptation Collection

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slip in, naked beneath a trench coat, my

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could breathe like

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ears for him. My sha

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nd ankles bound in soft black l

ng. Be

me with touches-feathers,

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," I

m going to gi

s,

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at you want. You

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him

my pussy

ing, shivering

at I give you,

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ed.

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nt to

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is thumb

. Torturous.

haking. Ready to burst but he pu

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eas

he says, "but n

to the edge of the bed and

ick and

and come

entle. It'

on. Like I'm something to be conquered and take

irl," h

ds are

ain-but from the way it feels to

s and knees, my yanked

cks me-marking me, mo

ll a

. And

ting go. And when he's done, he wraps me in the so

fect tonight,

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of what you're b

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en more beautiful when

wake up to an enve

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