she gave him that come hither stare, and pointed to the chair. glimmer in her eye, she smiled a devilish grin, bout to get it in when he sees her skin through the lace so thin. she chuckled to herself, locked the door, turned on a dime. toes skirting the floor, her love swimming, she chuckled again, and over her shoulder winked. the desire, by the hour, he's wired. she bout to become this slave's nighttime supplier
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