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❃ The Violinist and His Painter ❃
    
    "Am I?" She challenged, she could tell his eyes dark with anger and lust even though she was blinded by a silk piece of ribbon. Mireia knew she was pushing his buttons; felt the strong desire to push him to the very edge. 
    
    Feeling the violin bow slowly travel along her bareback, unloosing the tensed knot, she felt his bulge grow against her. Instantly, her body squirmed and rubbed along his tight straining trousers.
    
    "If you keep doing that, I won't have a choice but to spread your legs apart and take you right here." Ezequiel hissed darkly, his fossil eyes darker than any snow clouds. Mireia smiled and a small moan escaped her lips as the violin bow was smacked against her cushioned ass.
    
     "I'd like to see you try" Mireia's subconscious only begged to be taken. Taken by Ezequiel Fontanez. Her only demise 
    
    
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    A hundred and twenty seven years ago, a well-respected woman's daughter and a shoe maker's son both fell deep into the abyss of love. However, these naive lovers had to fall apart as fate was made by the illusion of betrayal. Now, a hundred and twenty seven years later, they are both reunited into the same yet new world with the dreams that haunt them. They share both the exotic evocation of lust, temptation and pure desire. Will love ever weave it's silk into their minds or will the shadows of betrayal, once again, paint a tainted image of another tragic death.All Rights Reserved

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❃ The Violinist and His Painter ❃
    
    "Am I?" She challenged, she could tell his eyes dark with anger and lust even though she was blinded by a silk piece of ribbon. Mireia knew she was pushing his buttons; felt the strong desire to push him to the very edge. 
    
    Feeling the violin bow slowly travel along her bareback, unloosing the tensed knot, she felt his bulge grow against her. Instantly, her body squirmed and rubbed along his tight straining trousers.
    
    "If you keep doing that, I won't have a choice but to spread your legs apart and take you right here." Ezequiel hissed darkly, his fossil eyes darker than any snow clouds. Mireia smiled and a small moan escaped her lips as the violin bow was smacked against her cushioned ass.
    
     "I'd like to see you try" Mireia's subconscious only begged to be taken. Taken by Ezequiel Fontanez. Her only demise 
    
    
    -
    
    A hundred and twenty seven years ago, a well-respected woman's daughter and a shoe maker's son both fell deep into the abyss of love. However, these naive lovers had to fall apart as fate was made by the illusion of betrayal. Now, a hundred and twenty seven years later, they are both reunited into the same yet new world with the dreams that haunt them. They share both the exotic evocation of lust, temptation and pure desire. Will love ever weave it's silk into their minds or will the shadows of betrayal, once again, paint a tainted image of another tragic death.

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