The thrill of victory was whooping somewhere in the back of my mind, but it was mostly obscured by growing fear
BDSM. I don't think it came as a surprise to either of us.
. Somehow though, her face looked different than he remembered: still attractive, but in an older and more serious way. She slid onto the floor on her knees between his legs in front of him
The thrill of victory was whooping somewhere in the back of my mind, but it was mostly obscured by growing fear
BDSM. I don't think it came as a surprise to either of us.
. Somehow though, her face looked different than he remembered: still attractive, but in an older and more serious way. She slid onto the floor on her knees between his legs in front of him
The thrill of victory was whooping somewhere in the back of my mind, but it was mostly obscured by growing fear
BDSM. I don't think it came as a surprise to either of us.
. Somehow though, her face looked different than he remembered: still attractive, but in an older and more serious way. She slid onto the floor on her knees between his legs in front of him
