Four hands. Clinging to me, pulling me, holding me.
Moving me this way and that; pinning me down and hoisting me up.
Caressing me, smacking me, poking me.
Tickling me, beckoning me, taunting me.
It's these four hands that have taught me true pleasure and the strength to cast away inhibition in pursuit of it.
And who says you can't love four hands at once?
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The Twins & Me: Summer Vacation
Romansa"You're not ready for everything we've got to give. But when you are, know that when we take you, we're never giving you back." In the sequel to The Twins & Me, Wren and the twins share their first summer vacation together-and with the twins' estra...
