John and Marlena were tearing each other’s clothes off before they even opened the door. “Marlena, oh baby!” John moaned under her lips. Marlena responded “John, I need you.” John fumbled with the keys and failed when Marlena took the opportunity to unzip his jeans. “Marlena, not out here” John moaned. “Then open the door, …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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