RHYSAND
I never knew writing could be erotic. But then l I’ve never tried it with Lisa sitting my thighs. And I didn’t read explicit books.w hen I do get the chance to read.
What the hell is this? When she’d started reading, I wanted to believe she was making it up. But it didn’t seem likely.
Maybe that was why she had been unable to to keep going. I didn’t know what came over me when I told her to bring it forward. Now, I’m hooked on it, while bing tortured by it.
It was giving me many dirty ideas of the things I wanted do to her.
She swallowed, there faintly throat moving assent my palm that was wrapped around her throat. If you asked when that happened, I wouldn’t be able to provide an answer. My body had a mind of its own when I’m around her.
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