Whirlwind
“Put this on,” he murmurs and his boyish sparkle glows brighter.“What is it?” “A blindfold.” I lean away from him, narrowing my eyes. “What do I need a blindfold for?”"The surprise. I promise you I’m not looking to have my wicked way with you… yet.” That slow promise in his voice in that single short word ‘yet’ sends resonating throbs of desire straight through me from my breasts all the way to my thighs. “I not sure that I trust you,” I tease, relaxing a little more, squeezing my legs...
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