yourbadgrrl: The room was cool, but she was hot. Sweating. Straining to hold very still. She knew he
yourbadgrrl: The room was cool, but she was hot. Sweating. Straining to hold very still. She knew he wouldn’t move from his seat on the couch until there was a puddle beneath her on the hardwood floor. She didn’t have to look down to know it wouldn’t be long now. The scent of her arousal made her blush hotly, made her nipples harden even more. But was it his leering grin or his causal playing with the crop that made her breath so fast? -- source link