Oh no, I’m not.
My palms, still pink from spanking his ass, radiate heat as I wrap both fists around his velvet steel length, making him gasp.
Tag: Orgasm Control
It’s in the way he bites his lip…
He tells me I tease. Not that I *am* a tease. But that I tease.
Brass In Pocket
Hot silk and velvet steel. The descriptor whispers through my mind as I gently control the trail of my fingers over his heated flesh, hands stroking his sensitive skin, eliciting… Read more »
Edge of Morning
You shake. It’s how I know I’m getting to you, how I know you feel me even in your half-sleep stupor. I can see your eyes slitting open against their… Read more »