“Is it comfy?” she laughs, climbing on top. Soft sheets twist beneath them, muffling their moans. Two bodies collide in perfect rhythm, breaching every boundary and craving. The night is just getting started.
“Is it comfy?” she laughs, climbing on top. Soft sheets twist beneath them, muffling their moans. Two bodies collide in perfect rhythm, breaching every boundary and craving. The night is just getting started.