“Mm, that would
be sexy. A little black stud ring below
your lip on the right side. Just
thinking about it is making me excited.”
Martinique ran her finger over his thick bottom lip. She smiled when she felt his body shiver
under hers.
“I’m all for
you being excited, but there’s no way I would ever get a lip ring – or any ring
for that matter. Actually, that’s a
lie. There is one ring I’d consider.” Zhenya waggled his eyebrows and awaited her
piqued interest.
“Ooh, what is
it?”
“A wedding
ring.”
“Ah, that doesn’t
count!"
“Good god, girl! Try not to sound so disappointed!”
“Good god, girl! Try not to sound so disappointed!”
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