A hand on a chest. Legs intertwined. Lips ensnared. Flesh hot. Gasps for air. Sweat. Elation.
speak no evil
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June 21, 2008 at 7:45 am
Sole
You fiendish man, you.
Grrrrrawr.
June 21, 2008 at 11:10 am
wailin
She started it. No really. >.>