Stoking The Fire
As we watch the blaze start to calm in Salem's square, you start to stoke another fire.
You twirl my hair, "How do I repay you for this?" "You don't have to. She was spiteful, and if she'd betrayed us, that could've been you burning. And I can't lose you." Your hand creeps up my thigh, "I know, but I love to watch you writhe under my touch." I pleadingly moan, "Please no, someone could still be watching." Your fingers trace my needy pussy, "No one is. I sense that everyone in town's already asleep." "If you...
