It's sheer torture. I have to be up with the chickens every day and go to work on my body. I hate it, but I do it. — Eva Gabor Copy Share Image
“With every touch, he scrambled her thoughts further until her brain became mush and she couldn’t put together a coherent sentence. Her hips bucked upward when he breached the thin layer of cotton, and she moaned while pushing against his… — Vivienne Savage Copy Share Image
