Part 25:
link “That was... unique,” Gwen says.
“What, you’ve never made cinta on the floor, sandwiched between a sofa and a coffee table, before?” Arthur laughs, ciuman the end of her nose. She is lying on puncak, atas of him, still on the floor.
“And anda have?” She leans back slightly and raises an eyebrow at him.
“Oh, yeah, all the time,” he teases. She bends down and nips his earlobe. Then she climbs off of him, picking up her clothes.
He sits up and stretches his left...
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