Anniversary

She prepares to face the usual autumn night of repetitive inaction with ice in her veins. Her black dress is short and risqué enough to tease and draw wandering eyes to her cleavage and satisfy her husband. After 20 years she knows just how this game is played. All the while she primps and preps, sliding on her “fuck me” panties she fondles her phone texting him, another man. He is the fire that melts her, temptation so far away. Some say it was Eve who took the first bite but have you ever pondered Adam being the manipulative one with the apple?

Ice Autumn Phone Apple Cleavage

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