‘ 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑽𝑰𝑹𝑻𝑼𝑶𝑺𝑶 .

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[‘ 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑽𝑰𝑹𝑻𝑼𝑶𝑺𝑶 . @virtusisms]

𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐒.

[‘ 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑽𝑰𝑹𝑻𝑼𝑶𝑺𝑶 . @virtusisms]

@feminasicarius < features. “Nothing’s going to happen. Now, come here.”

Would he ever stop wanting her?

[‘ 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑽𝑰𝑹𝑻𝑼𝑶𝑺𝑶 . @virtusisms]

@feminasicarius < the email to her Head of Security, detailing what needed to be done about the banquet, pushing it back 24-hours until the entire building was looked over.

“See?” he quietly quizzed, locking his device and directing her mouth back to his by cupping her >

[‘ 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑽𝑰𝑹𝑻𝑼𝑶𝑺𝑶 . @virtusisms]

@feminasicarius < bed, chest heaving, breathing ragged, but fully sated.

“Yeah,” he finally agreed a smug smile addressing his features. “Damn.”

[‘ 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑽𝑰𝑹𝑻𝑼𝑶𝑺𝑶 . @virtusisms]

@feminasicarius < reasons to groan for her until their mouths met for a hard kiss. Mike rolled his hips into hers a few more times, eagerly riding on the shockwaves of their overlapping euphoria so it would prolong their union before he rolled over to lay beside her on the >