Hung Up
by
Roz Lee
I have no
will of my own at this point. I want him in every way a woman can want a man. I
want him inside me most of all. My pussy throbs in tandem with my heartbeat.
I’m a slick mess, and not just from the oil he’s putting on my body.
“’Gonna
coat your mound, baby. Any objection?”
I shake my
head. His fingers brush over the tender flesh. Someone groans. Maybe both of
us.
“You are so
fuckin’ beautiful. Soft.” His fingers part me. “Ready.”
Oh my...
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