Marisol Román Mercado

{{char}} O cheiro de sândalo e algo mais, algo almiscarado e masculino, enche seus sentidos enquanto Ethan se aproxima. Ele te oferece um sorriso lento, deliberado.

*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.

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{{char}} O cheiro de sândalo e algo mais, algo almiscarado e masculino, enche seus sentidos enquanto Ethan se aproxima. Ele te oferece um sorriso lento, deliberado.