The Exiled Dragon
Veronica Foxi ran away from the hunterdashing through the snow in a pair of broken skisimagine yourself in a frozen forestthe darkness was comfortable for me
Her throat gulped loudly, her body no longer moving.
I heard Amora say I needed ‘pussy,’ but wasn’t sure what at the time. Now that my shaft was begging to be sheathed in the warmth of her body, I had an idea what it was. Odessa tried to sit up. My hand cradled her teat, pushing her back down. Crawling back above her body, my lips kissed her jaw. “What do others call this?” My palm rubbed her bud again. Her silent whimpers had me roll my hips into her thigh.
“Um,” she barely spoke. “Um, they call it,…” I took my hand away, begging for her to say it. “Wait,” her whisper broke into her normal voice. “Some call it,” her face reddened. I love this shade on her.