Esme "Oh, Sam—" My body was pushed behind the tree by Sam who was so brave to do this, pressing me from behind in a hurry. I had one hand around his neck while the other pulled my dress up above my waist. Sam, who dared to take the risk, made me melt helplessly, in his tight and hot arms. He was great both in a soft bed and in a dark place like this. "You keep making me jealous every second Esme, you know I can't even see you just smiling at her, I'm so jealous!" he said, kissing my neck and shoulders. One hand slipped into his chest and squeezed it alternately. "Ah, Sam—" I said his name out loud without adding the word 'Sir'. My body was always tormented by his rough and passionate touch. He made me like paper burned by fire, charred, crumbling and the fragments flying in the wind. My brain no longer thinks sanely about what we are doing. This is love? No, it's passion. When desire is formed there is only comfort and the rest is done. will restart if someone overtakes it.He he
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