A NEW KIND OF PILLOW TALK WHILE THE NIGHT NEARS THE END
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Before she knew it, the night was at its Crest and the atmosphere was rather light, feathery and so gentle that even her mind felt at ease. Even though her gut feeling was telling her that the night was far from over and that it was going to continue to bring in a lot of thrill and particularly not displeasing activities, she went on to moisturize her body as she always did, carried on with her night routine, and slipped into a very cute nightie.
She loved this one. It was her favorite color, a color that she always found to give her a sense that peace and serenity was seeping in to the room. As much as she remembered the dissatisfied man she had left in the bathroom, she still could not help b
