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My god! An even better take of the iconic piano scene in Pretty Woman!! Yesssssss lawd!
Heavy on the swoon. She couldn’t even form a response. But those dramatic faints from the movies, with the back of her hand to her forehead; she was near one of those.
There’s way too many Pragues out there. Not enough Dorians.”
She doesn’t really dress like a Mommy, though. She needs big shoes.” “Big shoes? High heels?” Dorian cocked a brow, an image of Noor in her dirty sneakers in his mind. Even her catsuit had been worn with flat riding boots. Boots he’d had sent to her by Mary because the girl couldn’t let lip-flops go like this was California, not New Jersey. “Yeah. And she talks like this,” Ava drawled her words. “But that’s okay.” Ava shrugged. “She can be a Mommy. Even if she’s a whore.”
“I guess I understand,” Carmen shrugged. “Kind of like how I was hooking up with Anthony, but I still missed Jensen.” Dorian ran his fingers across his forehead. What. The. Fuck. “Carm, are you trying to upset me?”
Deborah spoke so highly of Dorian and Noor turned her head with pride. It was easy to spot Dorian was still angry. Elbow on the table, hand cupping his mouth. Noor wanted to suck his dick. Awful thought at the moment but he looked like he needed it.
“Three times, nigga. Swear to God I used to hate when you came down to visit. Timberland-boot wearing in the summer ass nigga. Nigga wore Timb’s to the pool.”
