Adrienne

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My eyelids crack open just enough to meet his heated gaze. The need I find swirling there sets my pulse racing. I can only imagine the same intensity is echoed within my own. This man makes me feel alive in a way I’ve never experienced before, and the rush of sensation through my veins has already become addictive. “Fuck, baby.”
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