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The Rosary
She softened further, desperation coloring her response. Emboldened by her despair, he dropped his rosary from its rightful place in his hand and wended his arms around the woman who lay against the altar. She could sense a panic in his body, in the tremors of his mouth. He caught her to him, ten years of rigid self-control unraveling themselves in this moment, like threads cut by a clumsy seamstress. Her fingertips dug into the flesh of his shoulders, his hands pressed against the barriers of her wet clothing, and he lifted her onto the altar.
 
Hot Massage
You arch even more. I turn my hand right-side up and do it again, this time hitting your g-spot, and finally you gasp. I keep my hand there, tracing little circles and applying varying degrees of pressure. I keep doing that as your left hand grabs my free hand and squeezes it. I start kissing and licking around your back again. You pull my free hand up to your mouth and start sucking on the tips of my fingers.
 
The Busker
Her friends went silent. They stared at him. No one moved. Collectively waiting for Lisa to tell this man to leave, the silence became awkward. She looked at him, and he extended his hand. “Carida, my name is Paolo. What’s your name?”
Lisa noticed a faint Spanish accent and a deep husky voice that matched his sexy look. Lisa hesitated. She firmly grasped Paolo’s hand and said, “Hola Paolo. Yo soy Lisa.”