Before, Alexis had been a one-man sort of woman.
The feel of the leather couch made Alexis feel sensuous and decadent. The feel of Sir’s hand made her feel safe and protected. The feel of the stranger’s tongue on her pussylips made her feel hot and aroused.
Through it all, the pearls made Alexis’s mind soft and pliant.
The pearls consumed her doubts and left acceptance in their place. The pearls burned up her inhibitions and left lust where they had stood. The pearls atomized her will and left loyalty at the core of her being.
Now, Alexis was so happy that Sir had chosen to share her with this stranger.
So happy. So horny. So hot.
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