His succulent plump lips glide down her flushed neck.
skating over the collarbone to land a kiss upon the base.
his fingers grip the strands of her sunburst hair at the nape
pulling her painted face up and
exposing the throat to the palm of his hand
locking his fingers into place
taking her breath with a squeeze of his fingers touch
melting under his burning wolf-like gaze
catching his own in his silver tongued throat
before guiding lips to hers giving her the breath back in one blow
- Author: kitty the naughty poet ( Offline)
- Published: June 12th, 2022 01:42
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 15
Comments1
Kitty got no time to breathe. She's too busy having fun! lol.
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