CHAMPAGNE, CASHMERE COAT AND CHOO (JIMMY CHOO) – project “52”
He wasn't making much effort to undress her – the cashmere coat slipped down swiftly on its own. "Whoosh", the silky lining made a whooshy whisper as it dropped on the floor.
"Whoosh-whoosh", she could hear her blood streaming in her ears every time he touched her neck.
A rolling empty glass was flirting with the stem of another one, still full and waiting for more foreplay… But in vain - the bottle was exploded open and its tears were drunk out long before the shoes were even kicked and tossed.
They were Choo. Jimmy Choo.
Not that he cared.
Not that she needed them now…
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