Her French Dominants by Asha Daniels – Chapter Three

Chapter Three Stacy lay in the bed, staring at the ceiling fan turning endlessly. Mindlessly. The hum of the motor and the light breeze hitting the cresting waves were the only sounds she could hear or even understand. She was lost in the memory, the visions. The desire still raged within her as every part […]
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