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She leans in to tell him, "I want your handprints on my ass." She could careless if it makes her sound like she has no class.
His gentle side was her weakness His words a caressing tenderness.
His dominant side made her wet. All the crazy things she's done since they've met.
She wanted to be his first touch in the morning and the last thing he'd taste at night. She wanted his hands all over her because he knows how to touch her just the way she likes.
He knows how to touch her, without touching her. The man of many things, few she's been able to decipher.
She knew she was in trouble the first time she heard his voice. How much it turned her on. She knew right then, he had her and she was too far gone.
He's her sexy distraction from life's many downs. She never worries about much when he's around.
