Page 152 of Torrid Passion
You think I’m going to watch you touch yourself without doing anything about it?
Holy Jesus.
The temperature in the dressing room just went up to volcanic levels.
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You’re not saying what I think you’re saying.
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Of course I am, gorgeous.
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You want me to touch myself while you jerk off?
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Yeah.
Heat shatters through me, so thick I can hardly breathe.
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Holy shit.
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It’s like sexting, but better.
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You’re determined to corrupt me.
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You knew that from the first day. I just turned off my landline so no one bothers me. I’m ready.
The feral expression on his face is intimidating.
I’m so fucking hard you better start playing with yourself, dumpling.
This man’s lewd and twisted mind is such a turn on.
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You’re turning me into someone I don’t recognize.
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I like that. I like you dirty.
He places his phone at an angle on his desk. He then removes his jacket. The tie and shirt follow.
God. He’s really doing this.
I watch mesmerized as he undoes his belt buckle and inches down his zipper. He lowers his pants down his legs and when he stands up, the sight of his huge cock makes my pussy clench.
