It was so hard to focus on the novel!
Dorris smiled to herself, lying prone and holding stock-still. She didn’t want to miss a single stroke or struggle, and she didn’t want to interrupt the spell of what was happening in her underwear. The annoying little man had flipped from a whiny, self-important pest to a vigorous, imaginative, and attentive lover! What could’ve brought this on?
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