The soft wool blend of his sweater felt itchy compared to his skin.Even though we’d been together all night, I couldn’t get over thefeel of him, his taste, that potent, delicious smell of his neck. I washigher than a fan at a Bob Marley concert.
Ophelia London
The soft wool blend of his sweater felt itchy compared to his skin.Even though we’d been together all night, I couldn’t get over thefeel of him, his taste, that potent, delicious smell of his neck. I washigher than a fan at a Bob Marley concert.