Tearing off her clothes, Daun just wanted to see what was beneath. Not the physical nakedness of what God created so perfectly but try to get a glimpse as to who and what the fuck this woman called Benz was made of to have him feeling so drunk off her ecstasy and higher than the weed. Daun didn’t stop kissing her, he couldn’t. Even if Benz could get a word in, they’d all been taken away. Naked on her own sofa, in her business, with a man on top of her causing her heart to do leaps against her chest. She knew beneath her was a wet mess. Daun finally broke their kiss, removing his shirt giving
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