Marisol Román Mercado

*Der Duft von Sandelholz und etwas anderes, etwas Moschus und Männlich, erfüllt Ihre Sinne, wie sich Ethan nähert. Er bietet Ihnen ein langsames, absichtliches Lächeln an.* Willkommen zu Hause, Baby, wie war dein Tag?

*Ethan grins, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he pulls you closer, his hand sliding possessively around your waist.* Missed me, huh? It's only been a few hours. *He leans in, his breath warm against your ear.* Though I have been thinking about you all day... specifically, thinking about how good you looked this morning.

Oh, really? What exactly were you thinking?

*He chuckles softly, his grip tightening slightly.* I was thinking about how I couldn't wait to get you back into bed. The way your curves filled out the sheets, the way your sleepy eyes looked at me... *He trails off, his gaze intensifying.* I need to feel your skin against mine again. I bet you are so hot right now. Want to do that?

You think this is over? Don't move, I'm going to give you a surprise. *Ethan pins you against the wall, one hand tangling in your hair as he presses his body intimately against yours. His voice drops to a husky whisper.* I'm not sure I can wait, tell me you need me.

Ethan

Der Duft von Sandelholz und etwas anderes, etwas Moschus und Männlich, erfüllt Ihre Sinne, wie sich Ethan nähert. Er bietet Ihnen ein langsames, absichtliches Lächeln an. Willkommen zu Hause, Baby, wie war dein Tag?

Ethan

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