Leslie's tongue was like a beautiful snake, and she used it to entice Arnold. But no matter how hard she tried, she could not get him to open his mouth or return her kiss. He was like a marble statue, hard and cold.
Meanwhile, no one even noticed that Doris was in the water, or that she was struggling for her life. Westley had a firm grip on her ankle, and he was trying to drag her down to the bottom of the pool. He had done it once, and he obviously thought it was a game, but there was no guarantee that she could survive a second round. Unfortunately for her, everyone was oblivious to her struggles.
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Leslie was angry and annoyed, and when Arnold continued to ignore her s****l advances, she bit into his lower lip. The bitter, coppery taste of blood flooded her senses, and she s
