Wife and Harlot
It was hard to tell where the silk of her dress ended and her soft skin began. My eyes traveled her curves as if they were my fingers and she smiled knowing full well what I was doing. I imagined her red lips pressed against mine before it actually happened. I felt her tightness grinding into me before my zipper was ever down. These moments here, in silence, where neither of us had taken a breath, these were the moments she lived for. Her appetite was more than he could handle and that’s why I was here for her now.
Tabitha's Tales 003
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