“The world requires me to re-write its wretched dialogue!”

“He was stretched out like he was her own personal playground and she wanted to ride on his equipment for a bit longer.”

“He hadn’t struck her as particularly religious unless she counted the number of times he’d called out to Jesus when he’d been deep inside her.”

“He’d gone too far. He didn’t usually talk to women so frankly. Not with them both fully clothed anyway.”

“Why do men always have such high opinions of their cock?”

“You’re a gambling man, right? Or do you only bet on frivolous things like poker and fucking women?”

“If I’d known a sixty-niner was the way to your heart I would have done it weeks ago.”

“His aftershave – eau du sex god – wafted her way.”

“Everyone thinks to the extent of their own depravity,” #HenriettaLedyanova , #FatefulItalianPassion .”

“Don’t be shy, dear. I’m too old for you to be embarrassed by me.” #RicardoAlonso , #FatefulItalianPassion.”

“Everyone thinks to the extent of their own depravity.”

“Don’t be shy, dear. I’m too old for you to be embarrassed by me.”

“If you were three times poor, I would still have paid attention to you and fell head over heels in love with you.”

“It’s just like in a Brazilian serial! Destiny has brought us together.”