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@ofillicitaffair < simply taking her home with him.

@ofillicitaffair < fluttered quickly, just as easily as they dimmed. Perhaps Claire was simply someone who reveled in flirtation; surely, she couldn’t have developed serious feelings for him. “It’s, uh . . . things like this aren’t supposed to happen.” He had put everything at stake for >

@potentiuslover puppet until she had him right where she wanted. Shy was simply not a word in her vocabulary. Not in moments of intimacy such as this one. "What's stopping you?" There's a tight grip on his tie. She's anything but gentle with it. Let it be known she can take his breath away +

@ofillicitaffair < positioning himself comfortably between her legs. He knew it was only a matter of time before he would slip from her, but for now, he relished the moment, content to remain entwined. “So I owe you paella and a round two,” He mused, solidifying their perfect evening plans.

@ofillicitaffair She appeared untroubled by his inability to last long this first time around, a reassuring light in her eyes that promised the night was far from over. With a soft grin, he leaned down, trailing lazy kisses along her neck, savoring the warmth of her skin before >

@ofillicitaffair < “I’m sorry. But . . . consider it a compliment,” He breathed, his eyes tracing the exquisite contours of her form. He was decisive — there would be a round two, a chance to reclaim his prowess.

@ofillicitaffair < her thighs as if to anchor himself. Fuck, that was quick. But could anyone blame him? In the aftermath, panting and blissful, a veil of shame washed over him, mingling with euphoria. It was a bittersweet victory to find himself unraveling so soon. >

@ofillicitaffair < "You’re so tight for me, Clarita," He spoke huskily through soft pants, each word a breathless mix of pleasure and focus. His brow furrowed in concentration, fingers sinking into her supple thighs as he surrendered to the rhythm and picked up speed.

@ofillicitaffair < There was no way he’d last long. Yet, he was resolved to give it his all. With his arms wrapped around her thighs, anchoring her steady, he began to move, his position granting him a tantalizing view of her exquisite form sprawled before him as he was leaned on his knees. >

my dreams with him

@ofillicitaffair < his own age; there was a firmness in her that hinted at a need for careful exploration, even in her readiness, a reminder that he must take his time to ease into her little by little.

@ofillicitaffair < until she had her legs over them, her legs curling around him as he adjusted, preparing for what was to come. But as he lined up and began to slide in, he encountered a surprising resistance. This was different from his past experiences with women closer to >

@ofillicitaffair < glorious body, the sensation of being enveloped by her warmth. He’d have to take a breath, so he did. He steadied himself as a charming smile danced on his lips, guiding his cock toward her inviting softness. “Legs up.”

@ofillicitaffair < free — a throbbing, veiny testament to his arousal, engorged with need, all because of her. He couldn’t help but worry how long he would last; there were so many intoxicating factors at play — Claire’s sweet voice whispering his new favorite nickname, the sight of her >