Ragged breaths. The silk boxers, I left on. tube8 The curtains barely shifted as I felt a hand on my hip, and a cool, metallic, sharp object resting on my throat. The water held my interest firmly where it was. It was sealed with a lover’s touch and caress. An interest that ran skin deep — as deep as he described every stab wound he would give absolutely anything for to tear on my flesh. Leaning on one of the four posters on my bed, my gaze was fixed at the window for no reason. My breasts felt slightly heavier, more sensitive, and my breaths drew in and out raggedly. 😛 Leave me some good ones.) Read 15071 times |
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(Depending on the comments, I’ll continue. He leaned against me, but the knife still remained at my flesh, harsh breaths near
