A child from the past

A child from the past

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Apr 16, 2018
Caitlin gazed at Markus and couldn't believe, that this man, whom she hardly knew, turned her on so badly. She stared at his mouth, as his tongue slowly followed the contours of his lips. She was amazed by what this tiny gesture did to her state of mind, not to mention the heat flowing through her body. Overwhelmed by desire Caitlin closed her eyes as Markus lay his hands on her shoulders to slowly push her dress of her body. Like a whisper of the wind, the massive amount of satin and lace fell down on the floor. Markus's his breathing went faster while staring at her naked longing body. It turned him on to see how beautiful her well-shaped breasts showed themselves to him in the moonlight. As if lightning struck her, Caitlin started panting the moment he gently took her nipple between two finger to start his sensual game. Markus slowly shook his head. "So beautiful" he whispered. He wrapped his arm around her waist to pull her close and slowly kiss her shoulder up to the sensitive skin under her ear. "Oh Ashley" he moaned. "What are you doing to me?" He sensually pushed his body against her, while he caressed her butt. He noticed how she tried to control the passion she felt inside, but she didn't realize it had the opposite effect on him. He wanted her more than anything in the world right now......
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"This is so wrong ..." Emma breathed out against his lips when he pinned her up against the wall. "Is it?" Alexander echoed, slipping his hands underneath her large sweater, grazing her lips. "She's my friend ..." Emma argued weakly, albeit unwilling to push him off. "Don't think about it." He merely replied, starting to nibble on her neck. As his lips nipped down on her sensitive skin, Emma let out a breathless moan and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, so that he could hook her legs around his torso, effectively seizing her in his arms. The walk to his bedroom was short, and before she could say anything, she found herself on his bed, him hovering over her. His every touch was inebriating, the way his lips knew exactly where to go in order for her to lose sight of her moral duties, the way his hands skillfully caressed every inch of her skin, as if savoring it in advance, was driving her insane. And when she met his fiery gaze, Emma knew she was doomed. She had no chance but to surrender to this devil that was tempting her, pushing her towards something that - she was well aware - would be difficult to give up on once set in motion.

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