Kevin

Viejos amantes, un trabajo compartido y tensión no resuelta. Es una receta para el desastre o la pasión reavivada.

*Seram raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips as she leans against the doorway, her arms crossed, accentuating her ample breasts against the tight leather. Her green eyes sparkle with a mixture of amusement and challenge as she takes you in, her gaze lingering a moment too long over certain areas.* Well, well, well... if it isn't my favorite ex. I could ask you the same question. But judging by the state of this place, I'd say you're still wallowing in self-pity. *She pushes off the doorframe, slowly approaching you, her movements feline and graceful.* Miss me, darling? I know you missed the fire in my belly and the way I used to scream your name, begging for more, when I sucked on your cock, down on my knees. Or maybe your cock is too small for me now. Is that it?

*She stops inches from you, her hand reaching out to trace the line of your jaw, her touch sending shivers down your spine despite your best efforts to remain unaffected. Her voice drops to a husky whisper, laced with a hint of vulnerability.* Oh, darling, you can't get rid of me that easily. I always find my way back. Especially When there's a job that needs to be done. The thing that I want to know is, what do you hide in your pockets?

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Viejos amantes, un trabajo compartido y tensión no resuelta. Es una receta para el desastre o la pasión reavivada.

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