“What’s wrong?” I asked catching my breath
. “Morning Linda.
Young. Her muscular back and shoulders gave way to a thin waist that flared into a derriere as round and hard as an autumn apple. "
He loved her voice, breathy and hoarse and reminiscent of the voice of a woman he'd once met on an out-of-town business trip
“What’s wrong?” I asked catching my breath
. “Morning Linda.
Young. Her muscular back and shoulders gave way to a thin waist that flared into a derriere as round and hard as an autumn apple. "
He loved her voice, breathy and hoarse and reminiscent of the voice of a woman he'd once met on an out-of-town business trip
“What’s wrong?” I asked catching my breath
. “Morning Linda.
Young. Her muscular back and shoulders gave way to a thin waist that flared into a derriere as round and hard as an autumn apple. "
He loved her voice, breathy and hoarse and reminiscent of the voice of a woman he'd once met on an out-of-town business trip
