@PRETTYASPOlSON heβs seated on the soft bed, ginny on top of him. the priestβs hand now advance on her body, trailing every curve.
βwhy do i want you so bad?β
@PRETTYASPOlSON doubts are an old memory now, the kiss had eroded them like rocks in front of the saltine breeze. all senses shut down, his taste is the only one feeling her presence β lips touch, sparks fly. spit against spit, john found himself craving even more than that.
a small tug and >