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Leal’s system is burning with desire as if every part that his hand touches burns her and lights it up in flames- flames that pleasure her.

“What do you want tonight, schatzi?” he spoke very slowly, matching his pace with his hands on her. His other hand started climbing up from her back to her waist. “You’re not the type to wear thin satin robes for the night.”

She couldn’t formulate an answer because ...