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I want you to be… the whore you never dared to be.
Valentina smiled like a cat on its back when Marco lifted her in his arms, changing the angle of penetration…
Valentina adjusted the black lace dental floss in front of the bathroom mirror, her hips swaying to the rhythm of Aquarela do Brasil that was playing on the phone.
Sam leaned his forehead against the door frame, biting his lower lip until it turned white. — Are you sure you want this, love? — she asked, feigning a shyness she had lost years ago.
The guy from the gym said he’ll be there in twenty minutes. Sam slid two fingers under the waistband of his boxers, adjusting the erection that was deforming the fabric.
In the reflection of the mirror, Valentina saw how her husband swallowed saliva before answering. — I need to see you with him. Like the first time in Copacabana, remember? When that surfer asked you for a light and you… “I slid down on his waveski,” she interrupted, turning to show him the tattoo of a wave on her pubis. “But this is different. Today it won’t just be rubbing up against a stranger on the beach.”
The doorbell rang like a gunshot. Sam leaned against the wall as Valentina walked to the entrance, each click of her stiletto Louboutins echoing like a countdown. When she opened it, Marco filled the frame with…
