Lips to lips.
Tongue on tongue.
That cheap perfume, a seductive smell mixing with the moans filling the room. Soft, slim hand file through the dark black locks of the mustery man, the taste of bourbon playing on his lips. The occurrence that no names had been spoken faded away as his hips grinded against hers- all protection had been forgotten. The sweat stuck to their bodies, sliding down her chest with each movement.
Thrust- 1,2,3- thrust- 1,2,3- thrust...
Each movement was so gratifying it brought her to new heights. Each round, each surface, never getting tired from the last. With the morning rays, the late night passion packed itself away, and so did she.
With a shower and a slurred goodnight, the lovers parted, with a permanent reminder of their forbidden passion growing inside of her.
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Unforgettable
Romance"Everything about that night was a mistake. The only good outcome is that little being sitting in that high chair; she hasn't asked for daddy yet, and never will." The steel eyes clouded over like a scorned predator. "Trust me," he began, his voice...
