“Wake up for me.” The sheets are tangled, her breath is hot and urgent. Each whisper ignites a fire. When she finally submits, it’s more than a finish—it’s a claim on morning’s raw intensity.
“Wake up for me.” The sheets are tangled, her breath is hot and urgent. Each whisper ignites a fire. When she finally submits, it’s more than a finish—it’s a claim on morning’s raw intensity.