“If you scream,” he warns, flicking his tongue out to taste my skin, “I’m still going to play with your clit until you come all over my hand, only I’ll carry you down to the professor’s desk and spread you wide open so everybody in the room can watch.”
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Samantha Lovelock,
Cheshire
“Sometimes, though, when nobody’s looking, there’s a current inside me that undulates beneath my unruffled surface. Something delicious and dark and maybe even a little depraved. Something that scares the hell out of me, but excites me at the same time. Something free.”
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Samantha Lovelock,
Cheshire