We've just gotta have more!
My fingers gingerly reach out, Warmth envelopes them, Wetness, too. A gentle smile across your face Reassures my flitting fingers... They're doing it right. My wayward tongue seeks your mouth And lips press together. Moving closer, we grip each other. Don't wanna let go, need more! As heat arises, so does my cock, Betwixt your fingers, inside your hand. Stroke: up and down Finger: in and...Read On