DIRTY, ROTTEN SEXCAPADES (Er0tica Collection)
Ryder wasn't just using his tongue, he was conducting a symphony of filth against her nerve endings.
They were buried deep under the thick, weighted duvet, a private cavern that smelled of sweat, salt, and the heavy, metallic musk of her own relentless arousal. The heat was stifling, the oxygen thin, but Ruth-Ann didn't care. She felt like a goddess atop a throne of sin, her body vibrating with a raw, electric hunger that five hours of climaxing hadn't even begun to sate.