His Revenge Wasn't Red: It Was Velvet
Belle wasn't trying, she was simply pulling me into her erotic mystery and I wanted everything to do with her in that instant.
“Love your black sheets, I guess it would have a room for one more, right?” I punched my keyboard and clicked send as I bit my lower lip in anticipation.
She wasted no time in replying my message,
“Your eyes must be very naughty to go straight to my sheets, baby boy.”
“Aahaa, I love the compliment, you still haven't answered my question, baby girl.”
“The answer is,” Oh no, she didn't complete the message.
“Yes?” I urged, attaching a drooling emoji to my message.
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