“I want to taste you.” His voice seduced her. His body, costumed in a linen kilt and a mask of the ancient Egyptian lion-headed god of the massacre, made her body burn. It was inappropriate, unprofessional, but when he spoke, “I’m not a gentle lover. I’ll take you fast. I’ll take you hard, and I won’t stop until we’ve both come,” Diana willingly took the plunge into decadence, forgetting where they were and who she was.“I want to taste you.” His voice seduced her. His body, costumed in a linen kilt and a mask of the ancient Egyptian lion-headed god of the massacre, made her body burn. It was inappropriate, unprofessional, but when he spoke, “I’m not a gentle lover. I’ll take you fast. I’ll take you hard, and I won’t stop until we’ve both come,” Diana willingly took the plunge into decadence, forgetting where they were and who she was.
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