Anita cries out as Asher slides deeper, her hands clenching on his chest. The heat of Jean-Claude behind her, his mouth where Asher's mouth had pierced her, drives her mad. She rises a little before slipping down Asher's cock again, another long moan drawn from her. Opening her eyes, she stares down at Asher, memories not her own filling her mind, of all the time Asher had lain like this, lit by the soft glow of candlelight.
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Date: 2009-10-07 03:36 pm (UTC)