A lonely young women's life changes the very
night of Murray Franklin's murder, on live television and it is a change that her heart will never forget. When she spots a man passed out and bloody, in an alley, that same night and even when she sees...
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"Igot my head but my head is unraveling
Can't keep control can't keep track of where it'straveling
I got my heart but my heart's no good
You're the only one that's understood
I come along but I don't know where you're taking me
I shouldn't go but you're wrenching, dragging, shaking me
Turn off the sun pull the stars from the sky
The more I give to you the more I die
And I want you..."
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He loves her so much that he just felt he finally was able to allow every part of him that's been pent up over the years to finally be released from his internal chains of subjugation. He had been holding so much in, that with her he felt every true part of who he really is erupt like an active volcano.
She had rescued him from a life of wearing a mask. His mask had too many cracks in it and with her, he could finally take it off and that was something he never thought could be real.
Arthur's fingers touched her woman hood. Iris could hardly catch her breath as she felt his slender fingers play with her center of pleasure.
Iris was soaked and he could feel it as she played with her. He stared at her devilishly and he got down on his knees and Iris had to put a hand over her mouth to smother a scream. She felt his mouth open underneath her and his hot breath against her genitalia. When she felt his tongue drag up and down on her clitoris and even be brave enough to slightly enter her core, she nearly felt her heart bust.
