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“Her mouth cinched into a round, plush shape, the sight throwing his brain into chaos... soft, tender, rose blossoms, cherries, sweet currant wine... he couldn't help wondering how they would feel on his skin, stroking downward, parting as her sweet tongue flicked out to taste him-” — Lisa Kleypas
Her mouth cinched into a round, plush shape, the sight throwing his brain into chaos... soft, tender, rose blossoms, cherries, sweet currant wine... he couldn't help wondering how they would feel on his skin, stroking downward, parting as her sweet tongue flicked out to taste him-