B͟l͟a͟k͟e͟I love how Winter's chest rises and falls under my head. She's sleeping peacefully, her head turned towards me and her chin resting on my head. One hand is buried in my hair, her fingers threading through it possessively. Her other hand lays softly on her breast, her palm only inches from my forehead.I wrap an arm around her waist, loving how she feels. I'd honestly never been with what would be considered "a larger woman" in my circle. Every woman I'd been with, including any one night stands, were slim, Victoria's Secret model types. Any young women who didn't fit that body type weren't at the parties hosted by my circle.Well, at least the parties thinly disguised as business meetings; the parties where businesswomen weren't invited. "Networking" is what we called it. In reality, it was a way for men to find sugar babies. The girls came, looking for a sugar daddy, many of them hoping it would be a stepping stone to becoming an official mistress. From there, the goal wa
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