PLEASE ME, DADDY: 50 SHADES OF DESIRE
The air felt thicker now, charged with their shared breaths and the lingering scent of their orgasms—musky, wet, utterly profane in this holy space.
'Not yet,' Mary whispered, her voice husky, surprising even herself. She leaned down, capturing Clara's full lips in a deep, sucking kiss. Their mouths met with raw need, tongues sliding together, tasting the salt of sweat and pussy juices. Mary's heart swelled with a mix of affection and lust; Clara had always led, but now Mary poured her emotions into the kiss, showing how much she craved this forbidden bond. Clara moaned into her mouth, her hands roaming up Mary's slim thighs, but Mary pinned them gently, taking control.