By the way you approach me, oozing confidence and sex appeal, I already know how this night will end. My lips purse into a smile that’s more than a polite greeting – it’s an invitation, a gateway to my body.
Walk me home, or should I just say, fall into my trap. I didn’t make a fresh bed before we went out for drinks because I thought you weren’t going to come back here and fuck my brains out.
Our night followed a beautiful arc – sweet, indulgent, satisfying. You caress my cheek and dot me with soft kisses after crying out my name with delight. Little do you know, next time I’m going to test the depth of your depravity.
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