Against All Odds
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- Parti 11
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Ultima pubblicazione ven, mag 10, 2024
"You know, I love it when you treat me like I'm the only man in the world." he said as he looked into my eyes, gripping my waist.
"Don't act boasty, I only treat you like my man." I teased as I rubbed my hands behind his neck.
"But I'm being honest. You have no idea what you do to me. What effect you have on me." he whispered in my ear, only a few inches separating us.
My legs already started shaking and got weak, I felt like falling due to his touch. "I-I...w-what?" I said breathlessly unable to form a sentence.
He surprised me by grabbing my thighs and lifting me up against the wall. I felt my heart beat rapidly as he stared at me passionately. "I couldn't ask for anyone better." he whispered again making me feel tight knots in my stomach.
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