Sabrina emerges at last, lips painted, eyes smoky and catlike, hair piled up in cascading ringlets like Aphrodite. She’s wearing a plum-colored gown, draped and silky, the material clinging to her luscious curves by a few thin straps. I haven’t seen her dolled up like this in weeks. She’s ravishing. My mouth waters, blood rushing into my cock. In an instant, I’m up from the bed, seizing her by the shoulders and tearing the dress off her. I’ve ripped Sabrina’s clothes plenty of times before. She loves when I’m ravenous for her, she loves when I’m rough. This time, she shrieks with outrage,
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