Thin Patience
A quiet morning unfolds in a sun-warmed home of oak paneling and floor-to-ceiling windows, where the light falls slow and golden across the wood. Beautiful auburn-haired Liv Lauren stands at the bathroom door, knocking with mounting impatience, her loose off-the-shoulder white top slipping softly to one side above black lace panties, long legs and slender figure caught in the morning glow. As Andrej Lupin's erotic film "Thin Patience" begins, she raps again, growing more exasperated by the moment. When the door finally opens, Michael Fly greets her with nothing but an easy grin, a dark towel low at his hips, his short reddish-brown hair still tousled. She hurries past him, unimpressed. Later he reappears in the room, a drink in one hand and a tablet in the other, and she emerges to fix him with a look that's half annoyance, half amusement. Standing close, she tells him exactly what she thinks, and he answers with a slow, disarming smile of his own. He sets his things aside and draws her toward the padded leather bench, placating her the surest way he knows, with a kiss that softens her frustration into something warmer. Her hand curls at his shoulder, his slides to the small of her back, and whatever irritation lingered melts as the heat between them steadily builds.
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