"Shh," his wife indicated. She
kissed him some more. Time stopped. He replied to her hungry kisses. When she
bit his tongue and drew blood, he gasped. When she did it again, he bit her
back. This drove her nuts. She hurriedly lifted his damp white t-shirt and
threw it on the mop heads. His chest was toned like an athlete. Abby drew her
fingers down his back, lightly at first. Ian placed his hands on her bare legs
and felt her thighs. Her cut down jeans made her look good. And lush. She bit
him again...
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