Summer Sets: Ch.2: A Scene From Our Italian Restaurant
Things get heated and we escape to the roof…my sweet romantic teenage nights“Play with yourself, Ray.” I whisper the words in your ear, softening my crude request. Blood rushes between my legs. I swell against you. “I want to lick the taste of you off your fingers.” Your giggle fades to a purr. The sound of it makes me harder. I...
