He cracks open a half-smile, grabs me by my hips and pulls me closer to him; almost instantly I melt in his strong arms as if I were perfect for his body, "I know you feel the sparks too sweetheart, so when you're done playing house with that boyfriend of yours, head over to my place and let me treat you the way you s...
He licked his lips, his focus on the confection. "I want a bite." She smirked. "You can make your own." He looked up into her dark eyes, made light by the fire's glow. He flexed his fingers, one hand finding the soft flesh of her ass, the other her waist. "I don't want my own. I want yours." ________ Desperate for mon...
To the world he was a beast but for her he would do anything. He could have the world but all he wanted was her. They say the things we want most are the things we can't have. For she was so afraid of him that even the thought of him could have her running for the hills. Little did she know that she was the only one w...
Aftertaste, noun Af·ter·taste : persistence of a sensation (as of flavor or an emotion) after the stimulating agent or experience has gone There was once a time she was running away from her life, from people, from everything and everyone; running as far as she could. Now, she's running towards it. She's running towar...
"I'm sure you want to taste me just as much as I want to taste you." "You're wrong, so get off of me." I said sternly. "I doubt that I'm wrong açúcar." He touched my lips with his and trailed his hands up my exposed leg gently. "I want a taste of your warmth Annabelle. I want you to scream my name while you submit to...
I spread my legs wide open so that he had a clear view of what I was about to do next, a strangled sound escaping his throat as I inserted the phallic shaped vibrator into myself. The pulsing instantly radiated throughout my body and the tingling pleasure combined with this voyeuristic peep show, had my senses heighte...