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Up in Flames I
Blue waited, bated breath and a racing heart... let it be due to her soul-ripping orgasm, the cold, or the sheer suspense of watching Vincent quietly turn from the door and rub at his face solemnly. When she spoke, she found she had the courage to only in whispers as she pulled the skimpy throw blanket tighter around herself, wishing for even a fraction more of the modesty she had been granted. "Who is it?" She feared she knew the answer.
She watched as he all but punched the light switch by the front door. For someone trying so hard to keep quiet, he didn’t seem to be all too concerned with it. If their visitor hadn't heard them reproducing on the dining room table, there was no doubt they heard Vincent's outburst. Whether he turned the lights off to hide his naked wife or not. He muttered. Scowled. "Go to bed, I'll meet you there," S
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