PogueMahone
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Ivan Clarkson
“Is this what you want, Jenna?” Ivan asked her softly, his hand reaching down to cover hers as he willed away the last of his clothing. His body was slender but muscled, his pale skin gleaming white almost translucent in the moonlight as he stood before her naked, his desire for her obvious.
His hands worked the tight leather pants lower on her hips, sliding them down her thighs, his eyes running over her body, nude save for her boots and panties. “You are so lovely,” He breathed softly, his eyes worshipping her. “No woman, not even Celeste, could hold a candle to you.”
“Is this what you want, Jenna?” Ivan asked her softly, his hand reaching down to cover hers as he willed away the last of his clothing. His body was slender but muscled, his pale skin gleaming white almost translucent in the moonlight as he stood before her naked, his desire for her obvious.
His hands worked the tight leather pants lower on her hips, sliding them down her thighs, his eyes running over her body, nude save for her boots and panties. “You are so lovely,” He breathed softly, his eyes worshipping her. “No woman, not even Celeste, could hold a candle to you.”