Character: Sam Kingston
He says my name once, just breathes it. Who would have thought that a single syllable can turn my body into a dancing flame. Suddenly Kent takes me a warm palms over face, runs his fingers across the eyebrows. For one wonderful moment his thumb freezes on my lower lip. His skin has a hint of cinnamon.
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MegaMozg 08-01-2017 / 11:41
Its aroma of freshly cut grass and mint - a real drug.
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MegaMozg 08-01-2017 / 11:40
I start to back away until he broke something extremely indecent - for example, jumped on top of him.
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MegaMozg 08-01-2017 / 11:40
How close he was standing, it's not close enough.
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MegaMozg 08-01-2017 / 11:40