The_Roxy_Chick
Experienced
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- Jun 4, 2001
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Apparently, her night was not over yet. Natalie felt a distinct sense of satisfaction. She had broken through the legendary cool of James Dean. Never before in all of their trysts had she ever done accomplished it. No, he always maintained his devil-may-care attitude, flashing her his trademark smirk even when she was being driven insane with need for him. She could not forget how they had last parted. She had been the one who had begged and pleaded, reducing her dignity in a pool of histrionics.
No so tonight. No, not at all. She didn't care what it cost her, she would never beg him for anything again.
"James, darling, if you would like me to remove my dress, all you need do is ask?" Natalie said sweetly. She maintained her façade despite the fact that his touch caused her to flush. She felt the heat of his hand as her possively cupped her sex, his touch branded her skin through the thin fabric of her dress.
No so tonight. No, not at all. She didn't care what it cost her, she would never beg him for anything again.
"James, darling, if you would like me to remove my dress, all you need do is ask?" Natalie said sweetly. She maintained her façade despite the fact that his touch caused her to flush. She felt the heat of his hand as her possively cupped her sex, his touch branded her skin through the thin fabric of her dress.