Bond's Mouthful of Pleasure

Bond, in his tailored suit, unbuttons his shirt, revealing the tanned, muscular chest beneath. His lover, her breath hitching in anticipation, reaches out, her fingers tracing the lines of his abs, making their way down to his belt. He catches her wrist, a smirk playing on his lips, and whispers, 'Not so fast, darling. I've got a taste for something... more filling tonight.' He pushes her down onto the plush leather couch, his body following, a predator about to claim his prey. The room fills with the sound of their ragged breaths, the rustle of clothing, and the wet, hungry noises of their lips and tongues meeting in a passionate, carnal dance.

• 007
• pp7

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