‘His fingertips brush the inside of your naked thighs, the softest of touches, sending jolts of pleasure across your skin. “Tell me, cherie, do you want me?” he murmurs, the velvet tones of his voice like a caress against your cheek. You tremble, feeling the wetness between your legs, your hunger for him growing into an almost painful need. “Yes, Arno, I want you,” you plead breathlessly. And you are rewarded with his angelic smile as he plies his fingers deep into the wet folds of your sex.’

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