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Aimee Cambridge, Filthy Rich Pic(s)
Cherry Pie: A Sensual Encounter The scent of sweet cherries filled the air as she walked into the kitchen. Her eyes wandered to the counter, where a freshly baked pie sat waiting for her. The warmth of the oven radiated through the room and enveloped her. She reached out and touched the cool glass of the window, feeling the chill seep through her fingers. As she stood there, lost in thought, he appeared beside her. His hand settled on her shoulder, his touch sending tingles down her spine. Without a word, he lifted her onto the counter, his strong arms wrapping around her waist. She felt his lips brush agat her neck, and her heart raced with anticipation. He began to nibble at her earlobe, his teeth gentle but istent. His hand moved up her thigh, and she shivered as his touch became more intimate. Her body responded to his advances, and she felt herself becoming wet between her legs. Without warning, he flipped her over so that she was beneath him. She felt his weight on top of hers, and her heart raced even faster. His tongue found its way into her mouth, and she kissed him back with all the passion she could muster. Their bodies moved together in a dance of desire, and she felt as though she was floating. He kissed her deeply, his hands roaming over her body, and she knew that nothing could ever be the same again.
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