He couldn’t remember the last time when he had been this turned on. Ever since he had awoken this morning… Marlena curled beside him in his arms… he had wanted her. She had looked so sweet and innocent and tired, as he placed slow kisses onto her lips, her brown eyes fluttering open sleepily. “Honey, …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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