His mouth hovered beside my... «The Dead Romantics»
valeriyatretyak12 августа 2022His mouth hovered beside my ear. “Romance isn’t a sprint, Florence. It’s a marathon. You start slow. With your blouse, one button at a time. You said I was meticulous, but I would show you just how meticulous I could be.” His fingers mimed undoing the buttons of my blouse. “For each button, I’d plant another kiss on your neck, your collarbone, and finally your perfect breasts . . .”“You really are a boob guy, aren’t you?”“They’re nice,” was his response.
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