Clara lay successivo to John and watched him sleep, he was so beautiful. She still couldn't believe what she was doing, if Mr Roberts found out that would be then end of her career. But none of that mattered right now. She leaned down and placed a light baciare on his lips then began to baciare his neck.
'Morning.'
'Morning.' She made her way down and began to baciare his chest. John let out a little moan, She looked up and smiled at him. She crawled back up and kissed his lips but più passionately. John flipped her over so he was on superiore, in alto of her. They both knew what they were doing was wrong but they never...
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