Jennifer Ashley Quote
Beth ached where they joined. The friction burned on her petals too long untouched, fire that made her want to open her legs wide. She did, sliding her feet on the covers, letting her hips arch upward.Do you feel it? Ian asked.A dozen phrases went through Beth's head, but she gasped out, Yes.Your cunny is tight, my Beth. Squeezing me so hard. He smiled when he said it, feral and raw.No man had ever done bawdy talk with her. Game girls had told her of it, but she'd never dreamed she'd hear it hot in her ear, spoken by a beautiful man. Squeeze me some more, love, he murmured. You feel so damn good.Good, Beth echoed. She tightened her muscles, and he groaned.He felt good. All full and hard and moving inside her.
Beth ached where they joined. The friction burned on her petals too long untouched, fire that made her want to open her legs wide. She did, sliding her feet on the covers, letting her hips arch upward.Do you feel it? Ian asked.A dozen phrases went through Beth's head, but she gasped out, Yes.Your cunny is tight, my Beth. Squeezing me so hard. He smiled when he said it, feral and raw.No man had ever done bawdy talk with her. Game girls had told her of it, but she'd never dreamed she'd hear it hot in her ear, spoken by a beautiful man. Squeeze me some more, love, he murmured. You feel so damn good.Good, Beth echoed. She tightened her muscles, and he groaned.He felt good. All full and hard and moving inside her.
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