Cherie’s pulse started racing
. Maggie’s expression spoke volumes - mouth open, head back - her eyes rolling into her skull with such relief it was as if a missing piece of her had been returned; her hands dug into his olive-toned flesh, the long, purple nails of her fingers carving deep etches into his skin; her small, dainty mouth parted to allow her teeth to sink into the flexing muscle of his shoulder. Barely able to see through the tint, Cherie cupped her trembling hands around her face
. . Michael had got up early to avoid his mother, deciding to go for a long run, stretch his muscles and gets some fresh air
Cherie’s pulse started racing
. Maggie’s expression spoke volumes - mouth open, head back - her eyes rolling into her skull with such relief it was as if a missing piece of her had been returned; her hands dug into his olive-toned flesh, the long, purple nails of her fingers carving deep etches into his skin; her small, dainty mouth parted to allow her teeth to sink into the flexing muscle of his shoulder. Barely able to see through the tint, Cherie cupped her trembling hands around her face
. . Michael had got up early to avoid his mother, deciding to go for a long run, stretch his muscles and gets some fresh air
Cherie’s pulse started racing
. Maggie’s expression spoke volumes - mouth open, head back - her eyes rolling into her skull with such relief it was as if a missing piece of her had been returned; her hands dug into his olive-toned flesh, the long, purple nails of her fingers carving deep etches into his skin; her small, dainty mouth parted to allow her teeth to sink into the flexing muscle of his shoulder. Barely able to see through the tint, Cherie cupped her trembling hands around her face
. . Michael had got up early to avoid his mother, deciding to go for a long run, stretch his muscles and gets some fresh air
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