6/10/2023 0 Comments Holy frigging matrimony“What are you doing here? You’re not supposed to be here.” She’s wearing a short, red silk robe that leaves little to the imagination-which is exactly why I bought it for her. Her hair is twisted up in a high knot, while delicate, curling strands brush against her damp neck. She holds a champagne glass filled with bubbly, orange liquid. And like a dog who hasn’t seen his master all day, my lonely c*ck lifts its head at the sight of her. You have no idea what’s going on right now, do you? Well, hang on you’ll figure it out shortly.īecause the bathroom door opens, and Kate steps into the bedroom. A lust-filled, haven’t-seen-her-in-twenty-four-hours-and-I-can’t-wait-to-get-inside-her kind of surprise. She’s behind the closed bathroom door, probably taking a bath. I shift in the chair, trying to get comfortable, but the seat was obviously made to be “looked at” not “sat in.” I give up on the magazine and wait. It looks like it was designed by a deranged Mistress Mary, quite contrary-obsessed grandmother. I don’t care how “flawless” looking the makeup claims to be if you don’t already look like a Victoria’s Secret model, no cover-up in the world is gonna make you look like one.Īnother thing I don’t get-everyone always raves about The Plaza, but the room is wall to wall florals-the bedding, the upholstery, the framed pictures. I SIT IN A HIGH-BACKED CHAIR in the corner of the bedroom in a suite at The Plaza hotel, flipping through the advertisement-packed pages of Bride Magazine.
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