Ravished By Her Fated Beasts
It seemed like the only time my dick wasn't hard at work was when we were eating, drinking or hiking (with one noteworthy exception).
Anyway, I started the fire, and Marty finished getting things in from the truck. He was enthralled by the fire, and yelling at me from the main room, "Your fires are amazing! You are like the King Woodsman...the sexiest, too!"
He was on his knees in front of the fire, and I handed him a beer, "Thanks, I'll take it...King Woodsman sounds good.
He took a couple sips, sitting the beer aside and rubbing his hand over the rise in my jeans. He looked up, "Can I help you with that wood...and make it feel really good?"
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