Entwining Fire
Sweet Ann in Heat
Whispers in the silk laden dark, Breath on moistened skin, forbidden fire Your fingers trace where shadows spark. Lips part slow, igniting desire. Your tongue explores my secret place I moan your name in gasping plea We chase the edge in heated chase Until we’ll shatter wild and free You taste my neck with hungry lips My thighs wrap up around your waist Breasts so fair delicate I grip Each rub a spark of pure embrace Swea...