‘Arno kisses me passionately, pinning me to the wall as I moan excitedly
against his lips. Without ceasing his kiss, he relieves me of my
clothes, then guides my hands to strip his shirts off. I settle my hand
on the bulge in his breeches, stroking the outline of his shaft pressing
against the fabric, watching his eyes grow dark with desire. Smirking, I
get on my knees. And I all but rip his breeches open to welcome his
thick, rigid organ into my mouth, listening in pleasure to his moans.’

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