‘After two months out on a mission, I heard Arno coming back at the café théâtre. I went downstairs to greet him, feeling my desire growing already. “Bonsoir Monsieur (Good evening Sir)” I welcomed teasingly. He answered with a deep and passionate kiss, making me moan. “Prend-moi (Take me)” I begged, panting. With a smirk, Arno shoved me against the wall and I wrapped my legs around his waist. “Avec plaisir (With pleasure)” he said, before we fill the air with our sighs and moans.’

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