She came with her own demons. She had her secrets. She would chose to spill them when she pleased, not whenever he asked.
She was labeled a Jezebel by the theater boys. He could see that side of her, she was an awful flirt. There was that side to her, yet there was another side, a larger one. The ethereal side, the lovely tender side, the pure side.
She was layered like an onion and spread like a peach. She was loud.
Her voice was amazing, on and off stage, and in the bed.
Her vocalizations during sex were fantastically riveting, and he could make her cum!
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