I smiled at him in the guttering candle light
. I groaned his name into the mattress, the blanket clenched between my teeth as I pounded myself back against him. His rhythm slowed and softened as I relaxed, my body sinking bonelessly onto the rumple blankets
. . But without playing and winning this trip, I probably wouldn’t have
I smiled at him in the guttering candle light
. I groaned his name into the mattress, the blanket clenched between my teeth as I pounded myself back against him. His rhythm slowed and softened as I relaxed, my body sinking bonelessly onto the rumple blankets
. . But without playing and winning this trip, I probably wouldn’t have
I smiled at him in the guttering candle light
. I groaned his name into the mattress, the blanket clenched between my teeth as I pounded myself back against him. His rhythm slowed and softened as I relaxed, my body sinking bonelessly onto the rumple blankets
. . But without playing and winning this trip, I probably wouldn’t have
Swedish Erotica. Erica Boyer