Wild Desire
‘The flowers,’ she continued through gritted teeth, ‘are beautiful.
Nero’s voice seemed to become deeper. ‘I agree,’ he whispered. ‘The nénuphar is the most beautiful flower of all.’ As he spoke his hand found her clitoris and began to massage the erect, erotic stem. Then his fingers encircled the rosebud pink petals of her sex-lips and began, with excruciating slowness, to penetrate her.
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