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“I'm going to take a shower, too." She dashed into the bathroom, where his sandalwood scent still lingered. She took off her clothes and stepped into the steamy shower, the very place where Enrique had been naked just a few minutes prior. As she rubbed the vanilla-fragranced bath gel all over her body, she studied her curves. She had always believed that her body was built for hard work, though her parents believed its purpose was to someday have kids. But another thought passed through her head. It was also built for pleasure. Despite what she had been taught by the Church, she truly believed that making herself and her partner feel good wasn't a sin. She rubbed her nipples, and they hardened. The thought of Enrique kissing or even sucking on them sent heat between her legs. What would that feel like? Would she grip his hair, twist it between her fingers as he brought her to the brink of pleasure? Would his hardness throb against her stomach? Her hand dropped between her thighs, in between her warm folds. She imagined his tongue licking her.” — Alana Albertson

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I'm going to take a shower, too." She dashed into the bathroom, where his sandalwood scent still lingered. She took off her clothes and stepped into the steamy shower, the very place where Enrique had been naked just a few minutes prior. As she rubbed the vanilla-fragranced bath gel all over her body, she studied her curves. She had always believed that her body was built for hard work, though her parents believed its purpose was to someday have kids. But another thought passed through her head. It was also built for pleasure. Despite what she had been taught by the Church, she truly believed that making herself and her partner feel good wasn't a sin. She rubbed her nipples, and they hardened. The thought of Enrique kissing or even sucking on them sent heat between her legs. What would that feel like? Would she grip his hair, twist it between her fingers as he brought her to the brink of pleasure? Would his hardness throb against her stomach? Her hand dropped between her thighs, in between her warm folds. She imagined his tongue licking her.
— Alana Albertson