Colette Cherry Nude Romane & Geschichten

Before I could answer, a familiar voice chimed in from behind me. “Did someone say Paris?” I turned just as Colette appeared at our table, balancing a tray of desserts like a magician revealing treasures. “Tarte au citron and lavender macarons—on the house,” she said brightly. “You two look like you’re planning something worth celebrating.” Margaux’s eyes lit up. “We are indeed. And these look divine.” “Colette, you’re an angel,” I said with a smile. “Margaux, this is Colette—the genius behind Le Jardin Bleu.”

By now the only thought on his mind was how fast he could get the two of them to a bed. As they walked into the more public areas of the wall Michael speeded up, cut between the two women, and wrapped an arm around each. His left hand, holding onto Cherry, rested on bare flesh which he began stroking lightly. Cherry let out a soft sigh and then suddenly jerked away. "Oh, Victoria's Secret. They've got these new bras out that I want to try on." She was swinging into the shop before Michael and Lucy could think. The new bra was a French blue balconette design in stretch lace. Cherry grabbed a matching thong and headed toward the changing rooms. "Lucy, could you come and make sure this fits me