the satin shroud

She paused a moment to lift her soft yellow sweater up over her head, and Mark at once suckled the dark nipples of a full naked breast. Kathy sighed and closed her eyes as she held his head hard against the erotic tingling. His hand slipped under her long skirt and held the moist furrow in the palm of his strength and she wantonly pushed herself against the probing until he had found his way beneath the satin shroud. A finger slipped inside her and she gasped.

Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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