Beatrice
I'm dreaming that Cole is kissing me. My body is on fire, and I rise to meet him, my legs straddling him. I grip him against me and kiss his shoulder, tasting his salty skin. I lick and kiss, and I want more. I've never wanted anything or anyone the way I want Cole. He is my all and my everything. I'm overcome with arousal and I feel sexy as hell, like there's no way for him to reject me. I'm desire itself. I'm a Viagra pill with a waif-like waistline. I'm a stag film with really good editing. I'm Marilyn Monroe but not blond and with a normal voice.
I'm hot stuff.
On fire, I'll drive him mad with pleasure while I fulfill my needs. We turn until I am on top of him, and I attack his body with desperate need, my lips traveling down his chest and belly until I'm kissing his manhoo
