Chapter Twenty-eight – Pillow talk
She froze, her eyes locked with his. She could write amazing s*x scenes and had her own more tame sessions. But men never seemed to enjoy it when she was on top and she quickly assumed that it was her and that she was doing something wrong but she wasn’t sure what it could have been. “Ramon, I…” “Cara mia, get out of your head. And forget any past f***s you had,” he told her, cutting her off. He took her hand and placed it on his hard d**k. “That is from you; from watching you in this robe and from tasting those breasts. Please do not think I will not enjoy something when I enjoy you in general.” What did she have to fight against that? She had already experienced him, had already felt how this was all different; so why did she think he wouldn’t enjoy this just beca
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