This movie is titled "Our Little Secret."
"Hey, Vince," Patrick shouted from a bench on the quad. I was standing nearby with a few friends, talking about the upcoming weekend, when Patrick interrupted. I turned to look at him and waved. "Drop by my place later. We need to chat."
"Yep... okay," I said, a bit confused. Patrick had been a good friend of mine for the past five years, although we'd drifted apart recently. His family was wealthy, and they lived in a mansion just off campus, while mine was middle-class and located in the suburbs. His father had passed away last year, which I thought may have been a reason for our growing distance. Patrick had become more reclusive, only inviting me over when absolutely necessary. Even though I missed him, I assumed he just needed some space.
Let's face it, our lives had changed, and part of that change was the presence of two lovely stepmoms. Patrick's mom was beautiful and young, about ten years younger than my real mom, with a curvy figure that I found irresistible. To be honest, I had more than my fair share of fantasies involving her, mainly just me enjoying her body. As for my own life, my dad had divorced my mother and remarried a stunning woman who was a decade younger than my actual mother. They were together for about a year before he passed away. We shared a potent trait: We were both extremely attracted to our stepmothers. I mean, who can resist a woman in her prime?
It was around 5:00 pm when I made it to Patrick's home. I rang the doorbell and waited. Patrick opened the door a few moments later, saying, "Beer?"
"No, thanks," I replied, following him into the living room. The room was filled with luxurious, modern furniture, including couches and armchairs. A big-screen television graced one of the walls, and a cozy fireplace occupied another. Beautiful glass windows on the third wall led to a breathtaking view of the city below.
"How's everything going?" I asked him. "It's been a long time, man."
Patrick smiled and fell into a nearby couch, his legs on display. "Yeah, it has. This year has been a bit of a whirlwind since Dad died. How have you been?"
I nodded in agreement. "I'm doing well. Looking forward to graduating and escaping this place."
"Same here," Patrick said, "And no girlfriend either, I assume."
"The eternal bachelor," I replied with a laugh. My lack of sex life was no secret to my close friends. Living with such a hot woman had its challenges.
"How's your stepmom?" he asked, smirking.
"You have NO idea!" I exclaimed. "If she wears any more t-shirts without a bra, I may die from self-induced fantasizing!"
Patrick laughed. "Yeah, her body is incredible. I can only dream what yours is like. Speaking of fantasies, have you ever considered fulfilling them?"
"Of course," I replied sheepishly. "But I don't think it'll ever happen."
"Why not?" Patrick asked. "People do it all the time. Just take the right steps. For example, take note of her outfits and the way they highlight her body. Give her reminders. Touch her skin when you can. Suggest she wears something sexier. Massage her when she's feeling stressed. The whole nine yards, baby."
Just then, Patrick's stepmom descended the stairs wearing a flattering grey dress and high heels that accentuated her curves. As she reached the bottom, she stepped off the final step and faced us.
"Excuse me," Patrick abruptly said, getting to his feet and moving towards her. I was awestruck as he stood before her and gave her a command. "Get down on your knees."
The woman looked at me for a brief moment before complying. I was floored by the situation unfolding before me.
Patrick wrapped his left hand around her hair as he tightened his grip on her neck. "Crawl!" he ordered, and led her into the living room, guiding her with her hair like a leash. His actions were admittedly sexy. Once they reached the couch, he released her, letting her stand. He demanded, "How's this going to play out?"
"I know," she whispered.
"Good," Patrick said, sitting back on the couch, "You know the rules, right?"
"Yes," she replied.
He instructed her, "Gaze into my eyes." She hesitated at first, but after he raised his voice, she complied, fear apparent on her face. The consequences of not obeying him seemed less than desirable. "Undress."
Candace glanced at me and then back at him, pleading through her eyes. "I said strip. Remove your clothing slowly."
She cautiously grabbed the dress's hem and lifted it up and away from her head. Wearing a captivating black lingerie set underneath, she revealed sharp shadows of fear hidden behind innocence.
"Good," he said, still looking at her, displeased with her hesitation. "Dispose of the dress."
She hurled it at him, remaining on her knees, eyes averted, legs spread apart, arms behind her back.
"Expose your breasts, immediately," he demanded.
She reached up, pinching her nipples one by one, letting out cries of pain, as her breasts became the center of attention. Her hands then slid down, pinching and tugging her bra into oblivion, exposing her ivory breasts. I'd never been so bewildered by the sight of one's breasts before, especially hers - the contrast of her pale skin to the dark lingerie beneath.
"Now hold your tits. Grip them tightly."
She complied, her eyes locked with his gaze while her fingers pressed gentle yet firm into her own flesh.
"I'm still feeling unsatisfied. Make yourself bare," he directed.
Candace rose to her feet, by the relentless request of Patrick, standing now, out in the open for our eyes. Removing and discarding her lingerie, she stood nude before us. At first, confusion, anxiety, and fear quickly turned into arousal.
"Do you understand the rules of the game?" he asked her. "Correct?"
She nodded her head, reluctantly, ashamed of the secretive thrill she was feeling.
"Cum only when I tell you." She hesitated, seemingly apprehensive, accidentally confirming his assumptions. "You cum when I instruct you," he reiterated, waiting for obedience.
"I cum when told by you," she spoke, an expression of remorse and slight discomfort evident.
He placed his hands on her neck to elicit an undeniable response. "Acknowledge what you're doing here."
She reluctantly called herself a "good little slut," her gaze avoiding his eyes and the shallow indention between her fingers on her neck, which he held.
"Lift these," he said before directing her. "Let me check everything out."
Candace came to stand before him, obedient but apprehensive. He attracted her attention to his face, as his tongue snaked out to lick her asshole, mesmerized.
"Perfect," he stated, leaving her concerned. "Now, go stand by the prince over here." Vince merely watched, amused by the spectacle.
Embarrassed and anxious, Candace quickly moved near him, clutching her leg onto the couch for support. "Inspect your genitals," Patrick instructed. "Take your time. Make sure he can see your arousal."
Her sexy body curved sensuously, standing in front of me, in front of strangers, exposing her wet, vulnerable vulva. Nameless, uncontrollable energy flowed through our bodies as she touched herself with deliberate purpose. "Does it turn you on?" she managed to whisper, our eyes now fully on her, suggestively pleasuring herself.
Hey man, uh... I couldn't even put together a full sentence right now. Never in my life have I witnessed something like this, especially with my best friend's mom. Ugh! She was so hot.
Patrick shifted on the couch. "Hey, come here," he said to Candace. "I need your mouth on me."
"Yes, sir," she whispered as she swiftly removed her hand and moved over to him, kneeling between his legs. She reached up and began unfastening his pants, then slid them down and off his legs, placing them on the couch next to them. Without missing a beat, she moved forward again and began sucking on his member, holding it with one hand.
"That feels great. I can't get enough of her mouth," Patrick said, directing his words towards me. "Now, where was I?"
"The 15-step process," I said, eager to understand how well it worked for him.
"Ah, yes, yes. Well, I was working that process and it seemed to be progressing well. Then my dad passed away. It was a shock, to say the least. But, turns out it had its perks. He died so quickly after they got married that he didn't have time to update his will. So when the reading happened a month later, I inherited everything – all the money, the house, the cars... everything."
Candace seemed attentive while she reached up again to stroke his dick with her mouth.
"Fuck yeah!" Patrick moaned. "You're so good with your mouth," he said, petting her head. "Honestly, I felt sorry for Candy. I didn't want to see her on the streets with nothing. So... we came to a deal. I decided that for me to not have to worry about blue balls until I graduate, I would choose to have my own personal roommate at my service. So... I agreed to give her a substantial sum of $5 million if she pleases me until I graduate."
I observed Candace for a moment, watching her right hand stroke his dick while her mouth continued to suck and lick the head, her eyes glancing up at him to gauge his reactions and then back down to focus on what she was doing. Then her hand moved away and she took him deep into her throat, causing him to gag. She seemed content and pleased to be sucking him off.
"Look at her now, she's my perfect, live-in whore. She fulfills every request I make... and I mean, every single request." He emphasized the last word.
I shook my head in disbelief. It wasn't hard to believe it was true; he had the money to make it happen. But the fact that this was my reality was mind-blowing. I must be dreaming or knocked unconscious and under some weird mind control.
"But... I didn't invite you over to hear about this part," Patrick admitted. "This is just to paint a picture for you. I had something else to tell you. See, I've been online a lot since my dad died, trying to deal with some grief and stuff. I stumbled upon some hookup sites and apps, thinking I might want to date someone or something. But then I found a profile that intrigued me – it was Mrs. Emmanuelle."
I thought about the possibilities for a minute. And then I realized. This must be a fake profile. She was happily married to my dad. "No way, that's gotta be fake."
"I thought so too," Patrick said. "But I got in touch with her through the app. I've been talking to her, even exchanging photos. Yep, it's really her."
I shook my head, confused. "What?"
"Here's the catch, though." Patrick continued. "She's looking for a hookup. She claims your dad just isn't able to satisfy her anymore, so she needs a bigger, better dick."
"Fuck!" I said. "How could she?"
"Calm down, buddy. These women do crazy things," Vince said. His tone seemed confident, like he already had a plan. "Anyway, this situation is a huge opportunity, if you don't mess it up."
Candace sat in his lap, wrapping her legs around him and guiding his penis into her with one hand. She began a leisurely rocking motion, sliding up and down his length, moaning as it filled her fully.
"I've been communicating with her, pretending to be someone else," he explained. "I have a meeting set up with her at the hotel... tonight... 10:00 pm."
I looked at him, puzzled. "You've got your own stepmother..." I started.
He shook his head, as if I was slow. The light bulb went off in my head. He'd arranged a rendezvous with her... and wanted me to attend. I knew my father was out of town on business for a week, so it all made sense.
When he saw my understanding, he continued, "I'd planned to give you a detailed plan and let you work on her that way, but this is so much better... and quicker. You'll be able to acquire everything you desire from her."
*****
I entered the hotel a few minutes before 10:00, wondering if the woman at the front desk knew my intentions. She didn't give me a second glance as I walked back to the elevators and ascended to the tenth floor. Patrick had told me the precise room she was in and I walked down the hall towards it. By the time I reached the door, my heart was pounding in my chest.
I was going to be in the presence of a woman I'd longed to be with for three long years.
I knocked on the door three times, as he had instructed. A few seconds later, it opened.
"I've been expecting you... oh my gosh... Vince!" she exclaimed when she identified me. She was standing provocatively with her leg out, wearing black stockings, a garter belt, black panties and bra, and a sheer, sensual robe. Her bra was open, exposing her nipples. That certainly piqued my interest.
I stepped inside the room, glancing around. The room was dimly lit by candles on the dresser. Her suitcase was on one bed, and a few sex toys sat beside it. The room had a delightful scent of her perfume, which I'd grown to love.
"This isn't what it seems," she insisted quickly, moving towards me and closing the door.
"This is precisely what it seems," I answered back, checking out the bathroom. Again, there were candles on the counter, hinting at a secret tryst using the entire space.
"And what you see is that you're cheating on my father."
"No... no, that's not it at all. We're... um... we're just escaping. He'll be here any minute so you have to leave." She tugged on my arm, urging me to go.
"Except he's in Dallas for a conference this whole week. I confirmed with him an hour ago. And, well, I've seen your profile on the website... and your photos... and your communications... so I'm fully aware of what you're doing here. I just had to double-check it for myself."
"No... no, you can't do that. That would destroy him."
I crossed the room and got up close to her, pushing her into the wall. "Yes, I realize that. So maybe we can... I don't know... reach an arrangement. Between us." I admired her body in her lingerie, even as she tried to cover herself. I knew I was in an advantageous position. And I couldn't allow it to go to waste.
"Vince... please... leave me alone. I'll just go home, and we'll pretend this never happened. Please?" she begged.
"Ok? I'm expected to just leave and forget about it even though you've gone to so much effort to get fucked? We shouldn't waste this room."
She tried to distance herself from me, but there wasn't much room with her against the wall. "This... um... this discussion is inappropriate and I don't..."
"Positively inappropriate? But we're family. It seems inappropriate to converse with strangers like you've been."
According to what I have learned, it appears that you're struggling with your husband's tiny genitalia. I think I can, well...
She made use of her hands to push me away and then straightened out.
"Oh no. No, no... you... that's... no." She was struggling with her stammering and her push was somewhat weak. I could sense that she wanted to lose this fight. Perhaps she really wished to be conquered and defiled, even by me.
"No?" I inquired, making my way to the second bed and picking up a large, fleshy dildo from it. "Seemingly, you're in desperate need of a stiff cock, right?" I moved it between us as I made my way back towards her and brushed it against her chest. She tried to grab it, but I took it away.
"That is... No. That is mine."
She placed her hands on my chest to push me away again, but I stood firm and she couldn't do it. I pressed towards her, until our bodies were touching.
"Yeah?" I asked. "You want it?"
"Vince?" she begged weakly as I brought my face close to hers. I could detect her perfume on her neck and took it in deeply.
"Come on. You know you want this." I kissed her neck several times and then advanced closer, until my lips met hers. My left hand encircled her breast and squeezed it, feeling her hard nipple poking into my palm. She gasped as I stole her breath, but continued kissing her until her will left and she ceased to resist me.
"You said your husband doesn't give you the firm dick you're seeking for."
I leaned in and kissed her, passionately, pushing her into the wall. My left hand seized her breast and squeezed it, feeling her nipple poking into my palm. She gasped as I took her breath away, but kept kissing her until her resistance left her.
"You want a hard dick? Is that what you seek? Is that what you're after, oh, I have something for you," I said, bringing the dildo near her lips. I pushed it into her compliant mouth, causing her to suck on it. "Here's a firm dick you're acquainted with. Was this in your pussy earlier today? I am certain it was."
I moved the dildo in and out of her mouth, fucking her with it. She looked incredibly attractive with her lips wrapped around the large dildo, her mouth stretched wide. I could envision, and was eagerly anticipating, her sucking on my cock.
I could feel her body changing positions in response to me, as if she desired more. "Oh my God... you truly love it, don't you? Why don't you grasp onto this firm dick, as well," I grabbed her hand and placed it right on my groin, allowing her to feel my erect penis through my trousers. "There you go. Don't be so startled. I'll make you have a fondness for my cock, mom."
I continued thrusting the dildo in and out of her mouth. "Yes?" I inquired as I pushed it in deeper, causing her to gag a bit on it, before withdrawing it. It was covered in her spit that dripped from it.
Unexpectedly, I watched her facial reactions and her response to the dildo being pushed in and out of her gorgeous mouth. I could feel her hand massaging my groin through my pants. My cock felt so damn hard!
"Oh! You want to witness a genuine firm dick?" I pushed the dildo in deeply until I heard her sputtering and gasping for air. Then I drew it back out. "Yes?" I inquired before moving in and kissing her ardently.
I used both of my hands to remove her sheer robe and toss it aside. My hands then focused on her breasts, grabbing them, kneading them, and then focusing once more on her nipples. I pinched both nipples and pulled up and out, and she gasped and moaned into my kiss.
When we broke the kiss and she was finally able to speak again, she was gasping for air. "Oh... this is completely inappropriate," she said.
"Yes... but you love it," I replied, bending forward to steal another kiss from her. I slid my hand downward and touched her pussy, sliding my finger around her clit. She moaned into my kiss, but didn't try to stop me.
"If you receive this, you won't divulge this to your husband, right?" she questioned when we ended the kiss, my face so close to hers.
"A deal is a deal," I said. Boy, she was so wet and I adored the sensation of her smoothness. I didn't detect any hair on her. She was completely shaved and I couldn't wait to enjoy it against my lips. I couldn't wait to taste her.
"This is so wrong," she muttered. "I'm your step-mom. Oh my gosh, Vince. Are you sure you want to do this?" she whispered as I played with her hands. "Oh, God, it feels good," I said quietly.
"I'm definitely doing this," I repeated.
"Ok. Ok," she sighed. "Just this and then... you'll go, right?"
I shook my head. "I'll be here for a while." I was almost certain she didn't want me to go.
"What?" she asked, looking worried. I showed her my fingers now moving faster and deeper inside her until I could feel her hips grinding against me in response. "Oh... oh my gosh... fuck!" she moaned in pleasure. My fingers moved faster now, fucking her tight wetness with more intensity. Then I inserted another finger and let my palm rub her clit when I was fully pushed in.
"Oooh! What are you doing?" she asked, her eyes closing to enjoy the feelings. She was about to fall over. "You're going to... you're going to... Oh my gosh this is so wrong! If your dad knew... Oh fuck! We shouldn't be doing this, but it feels so good."
"Your pussy feels good, I could finger you all day," I teased. "But what about your mouth?"
When she started falling, I lowered myself, opening my trousers to release my hard cock. "Your mouth feels incredible," I complimented. I led her to me, lowering her to her knees and holding her by the shoulders. My cock stood straight, ready for her. Her hands touched it uncertainly. I throbbed at the contact and pushed my hips forward, letting her mouth take the head. Her hands dropped, trapped between her legs. My cock slid smoothly into her mouth, sliding in and out as I fucked her mouth while watching her pleasure.
"You love my cock, don't you? Say you love it."
"No..." she whispered, unconvinced.
I pushed it back into her mouth and slowed down this time. "Yeah. Swallow that cock." Eager for more, I pulled out to let her gag a little before pushing it back in. She moaned at the taste of my flesh.
"Say you want to be my slut. Say it!"
"No," she murmured, panting with want.
I backhanded her across the face twice and she flinched. Her eyes flicked to mine with fear and desire. I had her attention now, her tongue wavered slightly.
"Say it!," I ordered.
She licked her lips nervously. Her breaths sped up. I knew she wanted to obey. "Please," she murmured. "Do you want me to?" she dared to hope. My chest swelled.
She took my cock in her hands and ran her fingers up and down my shaft. "Oh, God!" I moaned as she rubbed up and down. She leaned close, licking the head, loving my cock.
"Ah, yeah! I knew you wanted it bad."
"Am I doing it right?" her breathy voice asked me.
"You know exactly what you're doing," I breathed back, watching her with a smile.
"I've missed this," she admitted, ecstatically sucking and stroking.
My eyes were starting to close. "Oh my God... oh fuck!" I cried out. The delight overwhelmed me for a moment. "I don't want to cum," I whispered, opening my eyes again. "I want you." I released her, pulling her up to her feet and tearing her bra off. She resisted, but I continued until it was gone. My hands yanked her panties down and she complied with a sigh. I pushed her onto the bed and positioned myself between her legs. I couldn't take it anymore; I started fucking her with utter abandon. The lack of lube worried me, but she was so wet that I ignored it. She groaned, feeling each thrust as I fucked her hard, knowing exactly what she wanted and felt.
She grabbed my ass hard, encouraging me. I loved it, this, her, the way she took me. Her simple asks and smiles incited my love even more. Finally, I looked down at her, my eyes wide. "Oh my God," I murmured, completely entranced by her. "This is so wrong... but it feels so good." She looked back and smiled.
"No... please... I'm your mom... no," she objected, but I was able to tear them enough and stretch them out so they were useless. "A BJ is one thing... but... but you can't... you... you can't fuck me." I spun her around and pushed her onto the bed, making her lean over it. I held her ass firmly in my hands, squeezing and pulling her cheeks apart. This was definitely another part of her anatomy that had inspired my fantasy sessions. Seeing her in a bikini, her bare ass cheeks taunting me as she walked by, would often leave me in a state of sexual arousal.
"Oh, I can. And I am," I responded while enjoying her ass in my hands.
"Oh God... Please... please... you don't need to do this," she whispered, looking back at me as I grabbed her hips and lined my cock up with her pussy. I slowly slid it up and down her wet slit, feeling the heat and wetness at the tip of my cock. And then I pushed inside. Oh! That felt incredible!
"Oh... God," she gasped as I pushed deeper and deeper, stretching her pussy. "It's good."
"Yeah, it is," I said, grabbing her hips hard and sliding in and out of her wetness. Holy shit, this is what I'd been fantasizing about for years! "Tell me you like my cock in your tight little pussy."
"No," she whimpered, grabbing the comforter on the bed, balling her hands into fists.
I increased my pace, slamming into her, pushing her into the bed with each thrust. "Tell me you like getting fucked like this."
"Please," she begged. I couldn't tell if she agreed with me or disagreed.
"I know you do. Oh shit, you're so tight." I grabbed her hair with one hand and pulled, making her arch her back. And she moaned loudly. My hips slammed into her ass again and again.
"Oh God... oh God... I wish your dad would fuck me like you do," she sighed.
I smiled, still thrusting into her. "Oh, yeah? You liked getting fucked like this?"
"Yes... Oh fuck, yes!" she moaned loudly.
I sucked on my thumb for a moment and looked down at her incredibly beautiful ass. Her asshole was begging for attention. I circled my thumb around it... getting it wet... and then slowly pushed against her tight sphincter.
I could feel her body quiver with the new sensation. "Ohhhh," she moaned, as she accepted the anal intruder. "Oh my God... So good," she whispered. It seemed as though my mommy was a little anal slut too. Or... soon would be.
Her pussy clenched on my cock, giving me incredible sensations and I groaned. "Yeah... yeah..." I moaned. I noticed her hand beneath us, rubbing her pussy and occasionally sliding into my cock and touching my balls.
"Mmm... oh fuck that feels so fucking good. You're so deep."
"Tell me you love my cock in your tight little pussy," I demanded, pushing my thumb even deeper into her ass.
She was breathing hard, moaning with every exhale. The pleasure was completely taking over her body. "Oh my God... I love your cock in my pussy," she whimpered softly.
Her body started to shake as she neared her orgasm and I pulled out of her pussy.
"What? What are you doing?" she asked, sounding desperate. "Don't stop! No! Don't stop!" she whined.
I grabbed my shaft and swirled the head through her pussy again, teasing her clitoris. "I want to hear you beg for it. Beg for my big fucking cock."
"Oh my God, why are you so mean?" she asked, burying her face in the bedspread.
"Say it."
"Please... please let me cum," she whined, trying to push back into me and capture my cock.
I grabbed her hair again and pulled her head back sharply. "Say it! Beg for it!"
It took her a few moments to finally gain the courage to say it, but her words were a mess. "Fuck me, damn it! Please fuck me with your big fucking cock! God, I need it. I need it so bad. Fuck me... like before... just don't stop!"
"Tell me you want to be my slut."
"Oh, fuck, stop teasing me! I'll do anything you want... I'll be anything you want. I'll be your fucking slut for you... just fuck me!"
"You'll be my fucking slut, alright," I replied as I pushed the head back into her pussy, slowly driving deeper and deeper.
"Oh, God yes! Just like that. Oh my God!" she moaned loudly.
I immediately began thrusting hard and fast, intending to make her cum strongly. "I'm going to fuck you every day for the rest of your life. You're going to get a lot of my big fucking cock."
"Yes, please," she begged. "Don't stop... Please, don't ever stop fucking me!"
"Oh my gosh! I'll do anything for that big, lovely cock!" she exclaimed, her voice fading with each breath she took, my cock bursting inside her like a wave. "Please, let me cum! Please... please... please!" she begged, her body jerking with orgasmic shockwaves. "Oh my goodness, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" Her spasming pussy gripped my cock tightly, releasing my cum in a personal rain shower. "This is so much better than with your dad," she murmured, her body dripping with sweat as she rested her head on the bedspread.
Panting, I paused my thrusting to allow her a moment's rest, carefully withdrawing my cock from her wet heat. I rubbed my throbbing tool vigorously to ensure it would be ready for another round in no time.
Minutes later, I was more than ready to go again.
I grabbed her by the hair, lifting her up so she stood in front of me. She trembled still, contorting wth each movement as I kissed her passionately. My hand continued to work her breast, massaging and caressing. Pushing her down on the side of the bed, I lifted her legs and lowered her to the floor. She held them up, legs akimbo, prompting me to move closer. My cock slid in once more, driving deep inside her wet and welcoming sheath.
Grasping her thighs to better control my thrusts, I pumped into her forcefully. She climbed up the bed, bringing her hand to her clitoris and stimulating herself, bringing herself to the brink of another orgasm. Glancing down, I could see how pleasured her face was - her "O" face of orgasm.
"Does that feel good?" she inquired, angling for my response.
"Fuck, it feels amazing!" I exclaimed, knowing I wouldn't last much longer. "Your pussy is so magnificent!"
"You think so?"
"God, you have no idea," I moaned. "We have so much to explore and try together."
"Cum for me, my love."
"I'm so close!" I cried, making one final push until I ejaculated wildly. The sensation was overwhelming as I pushed through my orgasmic wave, unloading deeply within her. Stepping back for a breather, I was satisfied to see her right hand in a rhythmic dance against her clitoris, licking my cum off her fingertips. "We're in for a real treat."
She smiled, secretly promising to keep this extraordinary affair between us. "Listen, my honorable gentleman, we've been enjoying ourselves far too much to even consider involving my husband in anything."
"Trust me, I couldn't think of anything more enjoyable than your lovely personality and succulent body," I smirked. "But there's so much more on the way."
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