Loved her wicked humor; loved running his tongue along the pale perfection of her thighs. Loved watching her as she slept, sifting fingers through baby-fine, soft hair. He couldn't quite say that he loved sneaking around, but he couldn't deny he loved the visceral thrill in stolen kisses, clandestine fucks in wardrobe, make-up...or anywhere else. Lawrence loved Cate -- mindbodysoul -- but he loved her the most like this, with pink lips surrounding his cock as he slid in and out of her wet mouth. When he loved her like this, the glint of gold on her ring finger was invisible. Onto Last
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