Meet Cassandra, a raven-haired vixen with locks as fiery as her spirit, and Thomas, a man consumed by her inferno. Their bodies, mere inches apart, throb with anticipation as Cassandra, perched on the edge of the bed, runs her tongue along her lips, leaving a glistening trail.
Cassandra: I’ve been waiting for you, Thomas. I’ve been waiting to taste you.
Thomas: Cassandra, your tongue… it’s driving me wild.
Cassandra: It’s not the only thing I want to drive wild, Thomas. I want to feel you, all of you.
Thomas: You’re playing with fire, Cassandra. And I’m more than ready to burn.
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