The man who kidnapped me was the man who I kept missing, the POTUS, sitting in complete darkness. With little to no words, our lips had connected. I had ended up on a smooth surface. He did not take off my dress but rather knelt and lifted up my dress. He slipped off my panties and put his finger into my core. He kissed me as he teased. Then, He knelt, pressed his head to my core where he licked, kissed, and various other ways. He teased me until I came. This kept repeating as if we forgotten where we were.
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Cressie and Jack
Historical FictionAn affair that lasted three years. Sudden Death and a love that lasted a life time This is the story of Cressie and Jack
