Echoes of Desire; Dance of Deception
His tongue, a masterful artist, began stroking and teasing until I was writhing beneath him, begging for more.
My nails dug into his shoulders, leaving half-moons on his skin as I felt myself climbing toward my orgasm. My stomach tightened with my need, and just when I thought I couldn’t possibly take any more, he pulled away and entered me in a swift, powerful thrust. His hips began rocking into mine with a rhythm as old as time itself—each stroke sent waves of ecstasy throughout my body, building towards my release...
The sound of shattering glass jerked me awake, and I rolled over, my eyes immediately swinging about the moonlit room and landing on Mr. Friskies, his feline eyes blinking in
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