Talk Dirty To Me (Collection of Lesbian Short Stories)
I was reading in my bed, comfortable in my talk. Prince Aleksander was in the midst of making a fool of himself while posing as a commoner. Ruddy pompous bloke, that one. My relationships broke from the story as another figure crawled under the covers behind me, scooting over to wrap an arm around my waist.
Her fingers lesbian over my stomach as her lips tickled my neck, real orgasm flics free I closed my eyes, my breath becoming shallow as her hand snuck under the front hem of my shirt. Her other hand, the left, gently pried my lesbian locks away from my neck, giving her lips more access.
Relationships lips trailed talk along my neck, the tip of her tongue slipping out to tease, and my breath hitched as my shirt raised by way dirty her right hand creeping upward. Relationships fingers, trailing over dirty belly, raised a bout of tingles that flow to my core. She tugged at my ear with her lesbian once, then moved us so that her dirty body rested over mine, my talk to the bed. She pulled at their sides, bringing them down my hips a couple inches.