BREAKING RULES, PULLING STRINGS
ps thrust in between mine; pushing me higher on
s in a desperate clasp; hoping it can serve as an anchor to keep me connected enough to reality. I can already feel mys
rust. Fueled by my response, his rhythm is lost. Each jut of his hip is more frantic than the last,
his erection. I am on the brink of an eruption, j
My!
d ending in an exclamation. I sound breathy, I am ch
my fingers digging so much deeper into hi
eyes locked on mine, he brings his mou
t go completely and I feel myself fall freely into
.. three.
Romance
Romance
Romance
Romance
Romance
Romance