Don't My Kisses Make it Better
He’d made her cum so many times in the last 12 hours that she’d long ago lost count.“Spread your legs.” Instead of answering, she let out a slight whimper. “Spread your legs, kitten.” His tone was more demanding. Slowly, her legs fell apart for him, her body tense with anticipation. He’d fingered her, gone down on her, fucked her. He’d p...