“We haven’t formally introduced ourselves, I’m Damion.” She cleared her throat and extended her hand toward his, “Cassy, it’s a pleasure.” Damion’s hand was warm and slightly calloused, but smooth. He smiled at her, “Good.”
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They continued this routine for a few weeks after, each time he tried to get her to talk and smile more, each time he succeeded. Xxnx As soon as he was finished he turned her around and she gasped softly at the sight of him, his aching member pointed directly at her, his tattoo on his left shoulder causes her to lick her lips and the hair dusting his chest causes her to shiver with arousal. That was before he moved in. “I play with myself,” she panted. They shared the elevator to their floor once and never said a word, she was too entranced with the novel she was reading
