WARNING: MATURE CONTENT
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"For you, I will take this slow tonight," Damien whispered in her ears, taking an eternity to pull the zipper down. "But just for your reference, that's not my style. But never mind, you will get used to it," Hazel could barely speak, there was a weird autocracy to him. He was doing nothing yet she felt like he was exercising ultimate power over her. Slowly taking over her mind.
Taking a step back, he slid the straps of her dress off her slim shoulders, very slowly and deliberately. It fell in a heap at her feet and Hazel stood in front of him in just her decent cotton underwear and heels. There was no way she could afford anything classy anyway. Her face flushed and she turned her eyes
