He suggested devils, skulls, harsh masculine drawings. This thing washeart poundingly good. She wanted to pluck it, and bury her face in it, and keep it in a vase by her bedside.
Charlotte Stein
His voice sounded like molten metal. As if he had something thick at the back of his throat and it was making him sound deeper and richer than he actually was.
romance erotica
You must log in to post a comment.
There are no comments yet.