"Kitten, why should I love a mediocre woman such as yourself," he asks peering into my face. "Because you can't resist," I respond. He grasps me with his arms and kisses me, hard.
"Kitten, why should I love a mediocre woman such as yourself," he asks peering into my face. "Because you can't resist," I respond. He grasps me with his arms and kisses me, hard.
As his lips traced the curve of my neck, a shiver ran down my spine, and I leaned into his touch, craving more. His hands, with a skillful yet gentle touch, undid the clasp of my bra, and I felt a ru...