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Show 41, Jeffries, Islamorada Then she paused like she might have been thinking of something. And she shuddered and took him down to where she was so wet and placed him again inside her. As she stretched and moved experimentally. So he tried it again, too, tried to move and pick up the pace. "Shhh-hh," she whispered, placing two fingers on his lips. But he hadn't said anything. "Aww-wwh," she smiled. "Ooo-oo-ooh," she began to moan. As she drew her legs up to her breasts his nose caught the rich screaming atoms, something from a musk gland, opening. He threw his neck back, ready to take her- In the soft lights, her drooping eyes mocked and laughed. Numbing with pleasure, she cautioned thickly, "You break it. . .you bought it. . ." The rich girl would have it on her terms. "Diamond," he thought, as she slept, "in some ways I already love you. But I have to give a good deal more thought to your bridal magazines and your silverware pattern, to heart-shaped tubs and intimate photographers and that brochure from the Pocano Palace in the Land of Love. As well as to myself honeymooning in the company of all those other fun-loving couples." However, he could picture her coming spirited as Guenivere to the marriage bed. Nude but for those clear, teardrop-shaped earrings. She'd scream like a peacock when she lost it. |
