“Marlena, stop looking at me like that,” John groaned, his pants growing tighter by the minute. “Like what,” she teased. She seductively licked her lower lip, slowly. “You know what you’re doing,” he warned her. He briefly looked around to make that there wasn’t anyone else within earshot. “Whatever are you talking …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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