“Oh, my, my,” he murmured, back bumping against the door and eyes closing, luscious lashes decorating his cheeks. “Oh, hell yes.” I smirked, twirling strands of his soft, silky hair around my fingers as I leaned in for a chaste kiss. “You like that, baby?...
1. Him Spring was his second favorite season (it had too much false hope for his taste, for which reason he preferred the bittersweet, poignant colors of autumn), and that evening the library was unusually quiet. The twilight had just finished stretching...
“Mmm, warm!” I raked soft, sweet baked fruit spheres over her breast with the fork. “Ooo, cold!” Softened vanilla ice cream capped the other teat. Our licks and sucks swabbed each other’s nipples. She slathered my cock head and slurped it clean. Twice. St...
