“He steps to the side to make room for me, but even so, his shoulders take up half my space. Not that I mind. Men are my Achilles heel, my Kryptonite. I love their smell, their taste, the sounds” — Magda Alexander Copy Share Image
“She was his meal ticket, love. He wasn’t about to kill his golden goose. She held all the power.” My voice grows” — Magda Alexander Copy Share Image
“He steps to the side to make room for me, but even so, his shoulders take up half my space. Not that I mind.… — Magda Alexander Copy Share Image
“to be cut loose, but all I do is drive the head of his penis into me. Imprisoned by his arms and his cock,… — Magda Alexander Copy Share Image
“heart lurches because the glance he directs at me displays neither love, nor hate, but a careless indifference,” — Magda Alexander Copy Share Image
“stand. “You should go then.” “I will as soon as we’ve settled this. Sit down, Ms. Watson. Please. I can’t remain seated while you… — Magda Alexander Copy Share Image
“don’t want me to stay and help you?” No. I’m not positive at all. But, of course, I can’t say that. It’s best if… — Magda Alexander Copy Share Image
“hips against my pussy, right against my clit. I moan with wanton need. He kisses me, thrusts his tongue into my mouth, much the… — Magda Alexander Copy Share Image
“tamed his blond hair by cropping it short, but a rebellious sun-streaked strand curls over one” — Magda Alexander Copy Share Image
