Missem turns away sharply. Like that, Jair is awash with contrition. He stuffs the soiled scrap into the satchel by his side. Then an ancient hand, riven by a scribble of tendons and veins, settles on Missem’s left shoulder. Runs up h...Read on!
He growled low again, and grabbed my ass, squeezing the soft flesh as he raised me up into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his hips, hooking them together at his ass. Murphy grinned, and it sent a thrill through my body, because it...Read on!
She licked her lips, looking at the ties. “Yeah, okay, maybe you better tie me.”...Read on!