Moe Kare Novels & Stories

“Jesus Christ, amore mio.” I moaned around him, the vibration making his hips jerk up. His grip tightened in my hair and he started to move—small, shallow thrusts at first, testing. I let him. I wanted him to use my mouth. Wanted him to take out every ounce of that jealousy on me.

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Da- Mary Kinson snapped her fingers and chuckled, "So you did it today, just to crush me away and get back to Grandma Mo." "You talk nonsense!" says Mo Han.