“No, Doc…absolutely…not.” John said, thrusting into Marlena again. “John, come on…” Marlena drew up a leg around his waist and pulled him more fully into her. John moaned, leaning his head on her shoulder, their perspiration mixing with each other. “Doc, no.” He pounded into her again. “Time out, Sailor.” Marlena pushed …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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