Making It Count
I count. One… Two… Three… A flick to the tip of his cock, a smack — curved palm against pink flesh, a pinch along the shaft… Four… A solid thwack… Read more »
I count. One… Two… Three… A flick to the tip of his cock, a smack — curved palm against pink flesh, a pinch along the shaft… Four… A solid thwack… Read more »
It is a Santa Ana burn, salted and gusty, that whips its heat through my veins, searing a hole in my gut and charring its dry scratch tight in my… Read more »