Fractures Minds of Lust
Am I tormenting you? Maybe. Will you claim me? ....
The valley of your throat A kiss, a nip, a prolonged breath. The trembling of your shoulders, Your rough rugged groan Am I torturing you? Maybe. The hard plains of your shoulders, Teeth, fingers, breath. Your muscles rippling as I proceed, Biting a nipple, feeling you tense. Am I tormenting you? Maybe. Thud! Green eyes flashing with lust and a little fury Smirk softly as my journey continues Tongue travelling, navel t...