Don't Buy My Heart
She folds the dress over a chair. I do not bother with the bed.
Lucien
Hands on the glass. Look at the city, not at me.
She braces her palms on the window. The cold makes her nipples hard before I touch her.
End of Chapter 1
Stories contain mature romantic and sexual content. All characters are fictional adults.
LeaveShe folds the dress over a chair. I do not bother with the bed.
Hands on the glass. Look at the city, not at me.
She braces her palms on the window. The cold makes her nipples hard before I touch her.
End of Chapter 1
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