Lovello brought his tempting peach lips mere inches away from mine and I knew, I knew he would kiss me.
Or not.
Instead of blessing me with a kiss from those sexy lips, he brought them to my ear and whispered, “I hope you remember those words when I have you in my bed screaming and thrashing about. When I have you impaled…toes curling, back arching, hard thrusting, mewls and pleas for more…more…more of me.
— Jun 27, 2013 06:51AM
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