Wicked Desires
Saturday, 27 December 2014
FLASH FICTION: THE KISS
The Kiss
There's always a kiss at the end of it. When he sinks his fangs into my throat and takes what he wants, desires in his heart he can't fulfil when he drinks deep, stroking his hand up my thigh trying to encourage his cock to hardness.
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