The feeling was infinite, timeless, magnificent.
The pleasure unwilling to stop when time was definite.
Her lips only left me unimaginably yearning, yearning for the touch again.
The feeling was infinite, timeless, magnificent.
The pleasure unwilling to stop when time was definite.
Her lips only left me unimaginably yearning, yearning for the touch again.
"Why the mask?" he asked. I kept quiet as he moved his hand to my hair. He untied my hair and let the hair band fall on the ground.
"Why are you touching me? I'm a whore, right?" I asked as I...