Oh, how she uses him. Plays with him. Mutters and teases and insults and praises. How she mutters slick little "Good boy"s as he tears through darkness, how she pants those same words by an ash-scented camp in the night...
Oh, how she uses him. Plays with him. Mutters and teases and insults and praises. How she mutters slick little "Good boy"s as he tears through darkness, how she pants those same words by an ash-scented camp in the night...
Just once more. That's what she said.
Just once more. And more. And more. Craving that forbidden shaft, bulging and slick and hot and indulgent, swelling inside her. The way she cared about what came next, and he didn't, and he was all too eager to show her what that was like...
Just once more. That's what she said.
Just once more. And more. And more. Craving that forbidden shaft, bulging and slick and hot and indulgent, swelling inside her. The way she cared about what came next, and he didn't, and he was all too eager to show her what that was like...