The ice reaper and His blonde obsession
I ground against her, seeking her heat, a low, ragged groan escaped me.
Elisha's hands found their way to my trousers, her fingers deftly undoing it. I helped her, pushing my trousers down, freeing my aching dick. She wrapped her hand around it, her grip firm, and I let out a hiss.
"Elisha," I warned, my voice rough. But she just smiled, her thumb rubbing against the sensitive head, spreading the bead of pre-cum. I grabbed her wrist, stopping her. If she kept going, I wouldn't be able to stop.
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