Daryl Dixon Fanfiction Novels & Stories

DIANA I should love this for myself, I should love the way things are going. But I feel so uneasy, I'm trying not to blame it on the call Bryan put through, and how he's literally now in my head. I wanted this, I wanted to get my mind of Bryan, and I wanted to use someone else, I found my someone else, and yet it's not working. I was excited to have sex, the perfect person has come by, the perfect moments, but it still feels all wrong.

Dylan gritted his teeth, then softly leaned against my shoulder for comfort: "So, make me cum!" In my head, it had something like a firework exploding. How can I not soften my heart? I speed up the stroke of my penis, and before long, hot semen shoots down our stomachs and chests. Dylan sighed and fell on the bed. One ejaculation probably lessened the effect of the aphrodisiac, just that his face was still red. My chest heaved uncomfortably. The penis under the liner was hard to hold back, almost exploding. I put one hand on Dylan's waist, about to sit up, but was pulled back by Dylan forcefully.