Slippery When Wet
In which, Feve fellates Bon Jovi. (Just Jon. Not the whole band.)
In which, Feve fellates Bon Jovi. (Just Jon. Not the whole band.)
My limbs – splayed at the top, crossed at the bottom – a firm but boneless contrast to his wrapped-over-mine tension of form – accept the broad muted brushtrokes… Read more »
Toes pointed, knees bent, I wrap my legs around his shoulders, poised for the first/next/continual onslaught of his tongue sliding electric soft over my exposed wet. His hands – thick… Read more »
I think the title is pretty self-explanatory…