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John tried to resist me—but I knew all the right words, all the right moves. In lingerie made to ruin marriages, I whispered in his ear, reminding him how Daniela would never touch him like this. He gave in. Slowly. Desperately. And when I felt him throb deep inside, I pulled him closer, daring him to finish. He did. Bare. Breathless. I smile and whisper, “I'm fertile, John. You’re mine now.”