He would be home any minute. Marlena loosely knotted the tie around her neck and slipped into her stilettos. The more she thought of him, the wetter she got. She wanted to feel his hands on her body. She needed to feel him inside her. She wanted him. John walked into the penthouse and …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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