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The attraction between them is undeniable: both she and Luke know it, but both are fresh from less than satisfying unions
and tread carefully, as Emily's separation is so new that she hasn't yet filled for divorce. Her soon to be ex-spouse caused her
enormous physical and mental anguish yet the lovely Latina won't allow herself to become involved with another though he hadn't
afforded her the same courtesy.
And she LONGS TO...her body screams 'DO IT ' and so does every fiber of her being, but Luke is a good man and
would never dream of taking advantage of her obvious vulnerability. He's too decent-too honorable. Em knows that she must see
him, explain her recent and sudden stand-offishness and why she's avoided his calls and makes excuses as to why they can't see one
another...she grabs her keys and heads out the door...
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Luke Watkins lounges in his Los Angeles bungalow, despondent and not sure what to do next. Emily Lopez, who he has recently begun
seeing "socially", seems distant and stand-offish lately, much different from her attitude and comportment in the early days of their romance.
romance. He gets to his feet, listless, to answer the doorbell, though he doesn't have an appetite and hasn't ordered any delivery, neither does he
expect a visitor...he checks the doorbell camera: Emily ...
He stands back, trying to remain quiet. "Please let me in, Luke." If he doesn't make a sound, maybe she'll go away...
"Please, Baby."She knows how to get to him: BABY ...
He can't bring himself to answer. "*Aqui me quedo Luke, hasta que me abras la puerta*." ("I'll stay right here until you open the door).
Inside, he doesn't offer her seat-just stares at her, balefully. "Perdoname*." he almost doesn't hear her. "*Te pido mil disculpas, Amor*." Her dark are wet. (Forgive me/I ask for a thousand pardons).
Throat constricted, Luke says "*Te amo*." (I love you)
"*Lo se. Soy tuyo...TUYO*...(I know. I'm yours...YOURS).
Now the tears flow as he holds her, tightly. M’s and Luke’s movements are nearly perfectly ‘synced’; after weeks of regular, energetic
coupling, M is finally able to accommodate most of her lover’s very long and thick penis-the first week was ‘slow going’; once he 'molds'
‘molds’ her interior to fit him almost like a glove, the lusty Latina CAN’T GET ENOUGH OF HIM...
Woman, take me in your arms
Rock your baby
Woman, take me in your arms
Rock your baby
Woman, take me in your arms
Rock your baby
Woman, take me in your arms
Rock your baby
There's nothin' to it
Just say you wanna do it
Open up your heart
And let the lovin' start
Woman, take me in your arms
Rock your baby
Woman, take me in your arms
Rock your baby
“Never let me go, baby,” she gasps, writhing to the even, continuous thrusts Luke imparts, “Don’t let me ruin this; I can't give this up,
*mi Amor, NO PUEDO*!” I CAN'T!)
His answer is to mold his lips to hers, tongues tangling, darting, wrestling…”You’ll have to leave ME if it comes to that…I can’t-I won't be
the one...*te lo juro que yo no puedo, tampoco*!” (I swear That I can't leave you either).
Woman, take me in your arms
Rock your baby
Woman, take me in your arms
Rock your baby
Woman, take me in your arms
Rock your baby
Woman, take me in your arms
Rock your baby
“¿¡E-Esta verga, ayyy!...e-esta es MIA…entiendes ?!...then a whimpering sob: “¡MAS…DAME ME MAS !!”
(This DICK is MINE, understand?/MORE-GIVE ME MORE!)
Showered and resting in bed, Emily says, “I can’t let you go, my darling. I CAN’T…don’t make me…PLEASE, Luke…don't try to make me
because I can't, OK? *NO TE PUEDO DEJAR*…”(I can't let you go)
His tender kiss puts any doubts to rest. “I plan on being here, with you, for as long as we live…know this now, M: I plan for us to watch our
grandchildren become parents. I’m READY, but I get that your situation is much more complicated than mine. M: I can do complicated...I can
do anything that I have to as long as it means that in the end, we're together. I can do slow, and un-hurried...you set the pace."
“There’s nothing I want more.” she says.
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"Hey, Emmm-how'd it gooo?" chirps Sara Castillo, wanting to know about her best friend's night of 'make-up sex' with her beloved.
"As good as ever!" Sara can't help the wide grin that splits her pretty face; she can hear the giddiness in Emily's voice. Sara breathes
a sigh of relief-she'd been worried about the couple's recent issues in their relationship.
"E-SO, Chica !" (that's it, Girl!), the court stenographer giggles. Happy that EM is happy. "You comin' back this weekend or
or hangin' with our boyfriend?"
"Hangin' out with our boyfriend."
"Excellent-Ben Benner might be back."
"Get it, Girl!"
"You TOO, Girl!"
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Date night began in the best way possible: three rounds of very energetic and incredibly satisfying sex..the meal that Emily prepared was excellent-a new *paella*
dish she's wanted to try for a while. Combined with the red wine Luke supplied their dinner was very welcome affter all of the calories they burned in the bed
room. The temperature had dropped steadily since they drove out of Los Angeles and entered the mountains where Watkins' parents have a vacation cabin. The
bear skin rug in front of the fireplace made an even cozier perch for them to enjoy their after dinner wine. Emily admired the way the flames glinted off of her
boyfriend's dark chocolate eyes, defined cheekbones, square jawline and said "The TLW; The Three Little Words..."
"Bet!" Luke cut in."Remember Three Little Women...TLW? For a second I thought that you meant them -"
"You know very well what I mean *Sangron*! (ass). I mean the words that you said to me and I stuttered and stammered when I said them back to you. It's...
It's just that Joe turned those words into...KNIVES...to CUT and SHAME...and make me feel ANYTHING BUT LOVE...and I need to get over that-and
I WILL; I promise you that I WILL, Luke. Because I do love you. I loved Joe, but he killed it...he klled that quick. You; it' as clear as glass that you mean it
to express how you feel about me; your sincere and deeply felt love that you have for me. I refuse to let the shadow of my past taint our present or future. I
up with a deep and soulful kiss. "*Te amo, Watkins; te necesito*.(I love you; I need you).
Luke moved on top of her, and skimmed her yoga pants down, then his own lounging pants. "*Lo SE...y aqui tienes tu PREMIO*"...(I know..and here is your prize)...