I used to be a biter. In those passionate moments just before my orgasm would hit, my sharp little teeth would seek out flesh and bite. It wasn’t a controlled…
29th April 2011 Light caresses of my breast, whimpered passion criesElectric pulses travel, from here to my insidesFlick it; twist it, pull it, pinch it make me gasp and groanRoll…
20th November And so he is finally and actually HERE, in my house with me. There has been a general interest expressed in what I was wearing under the coat…