THE EVIL OF THE GOOD GUYS
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Elizabeth sat down on the largest piece of furniture, right in the middle of it, and crossed her naked legs, smeared with glistening, seductive body cream, the woman had preened herself thoroughly before she got there, ready for a great night with the man of her dreams.
Leonel returned shortly thereafter and with the bottle tucked into an ice bucket, a white tea towel over his shoulder. His attire was casual. He wore a white shirt with sleeves rolled up, his dress pants were still on, but his shoes were off, he was barefoot and she was fascinated by that. Despite having seen him many times without any clothes, it was strange to see him like this.
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