Jameson watched as need began to etch the small creases at the corner of Candace’s eyes. Jameson ached to touch Candace. She had missed the feel of Candace against her—Candace’s softness, the sound of Candace’s desperate sighs as she would begin to submit to Jameson’s touch. Jameson felt as if she fell in love with Candace over and over again. Each time she felt herself begin to fall, she would begin to crave Candace all over again. And, every time they came together, Jameson found herself lost in the sensations that Candace’s closeness provided. It was an intoxicating blend of comfort and
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