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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Obsession wore spiked heels as hip-grinding passion writhed in a tight skirt. Foreplay unravelled to a sweet jazz soliloquy that keeps men scheming and younger men dreaming.
What you looking at, Sugar?
I didn't have a quick answer as she teased with a slow buttermilk whisper, Do you like it?
This was her game, and she knew it. Answers were tucked in her silk purse where love flowed and then exploded in an infinite passage of inane adjectives and flashing lights: "A Suite Invitation"
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Obsession wore spiked heels as hip-grinding passion writhed in a tight skirt. Foreplay unravelled to a sweet jazz soliloquy that keeps men scheming and younger men dreaming.
What you looking at, Sugar?
I didn't have a quick answer as she teased with a slow buttermilk whisper, Do you like it?
This was her game, and she knew it. Answers were tucked in her silk purse where love flowed and then exploded in an infinite passage of inane adjectives and flashing lights: "A Suite Invitation"