“Oh, Jonathan…” she whispered. “This is amazing. I love it.”

Jonathan was was busy. His labours made her breath swell and catch in the back of her throat. She moaned and wriggled her hips to aid his efforts. She could never have imagined that this might happen today! Sighing softly, Nadia surrendered her thoughts to the hot, sweaty moment she found herself in.

An hour ago, she’d unlocked the door of the darkened apartment of a near-stranger, chance-met in a bar. She remembered.

Over drinks, she’d mentioned she liked games.

“You do, eh? I’ve got one…”

It grew from there.

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