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Whitney Mason, Interstellar Brides Processing Center, Miami, Florida
Foreplay was great, but I liked f*****g better. A good, hard, make-me-forget-my-name pounding. In my opinion, candlelight, flowers, and whispering sweet nothings were no indication of a man’s God-given talent between the sheets. In fact, those things could be used as a crutch. There was effort there, sure. But there was also money. Tossing cash around didn’t impress me. It wasn’t what got a man in my pants. It was the expectation of a wild ride.
Jaded? Definitely. But I was jaded about everything—and everyone—these days.
But what was happening to me right now? Holy f**k.
Never happened before. Never felt anything like it before. Never imagined it was even possible.
Right now?
Bring on the foreplay!
Hands were on
