#18890 - Rather than waiting, I simply slip the sweater over my head and expose myself to her hands, letting my eyes and lips explain the desire I’m feeling. We watch, spellbound by the intensity of their passion as she balances herself on the rail and wraps her legs around the man, pulling him to her. As Coltrane pours his heart into his version of “My Favorite Things” I hear a knock on the door.
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That s exactly what i though lol
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