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59. Did I ask you to kiss me?
Amayra
I could see his breathings go fast. That was what I wanted. He would have to beg to touch me as I did earlier.
Our eyes met. I could sense the burning desire in his eyes when I slid my foot through his torso seductively.
"Well", my foot rested on his knee. "Wear me my sandals"
He lifted my sandal without wasting a single second and gripped my ankle, wearing me the sandal. His fingertips roamed around my ankle while I was staring at him. I wanted to see the disgust on his face when I would order something like that for him.
However, he proved it wrong every time. Abraham Harris was something different from all other men I heard of. It seemed to be so normal for him to go on his knees for or even holding my sandal.
How would I even torture him mentally? Because nothing affected him. My mind stopped working when he lifted his eyes to look at me. Our eyes connected as I signed him to come closer to me with my index
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