‘Jacob took me out for a romantic candlelight dinner at his flat. He made sure I was happy and he did a good job at it. After dinner, we sat by the fireplace when he kissed my lips tenderly which escalated to something more passionate. The next morning, I woke up in his arms with him looking down at me. “What a night!” he said, kissing my forehead. It was indeed a good night, making love to the man I love. “How about round two, Love?” he asked, which I agreed by playing with his manhood.’

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