HIS WOMAN
SYNOPSIS
"Ohhh…" I lowered my head in shame and my voice became tiny. "So you didn't like the pictures.. I was just-"
"No," he cut me off, that deep rasp in strained voice, "I liked them," his hand grabbed mine and he placed my hand on his crotch. I nearly gasped as I felt it, "In fact I might like them a bit too much."
I began stroking his hard bulge lightly and he grunted under his breath and suddenly pulled me in by the waist, "I told you to be a good girl, I was trying to be a good man, but now see what you've done-"
"I'm very proud of it," I interjected boldly, "I'm not sorry, not by an ounce. I'm your woman."
He roughly cupped my face and gave me this fierce look I'd never seen in his eyes. "I make love to my women."
"Then make love to me, please."
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