Spicy Lollipop: 30 different short erotica.
My breath was a gasp, ragged and guttural, and it felt as though I’d sold my soul to the plumbers from Drippy Doctor.
Fuck it, I’m all drippy now and only they can fix me.
“Honey,” Darrel drawled, “you one sweet piece of meat and I think you are going to enjoy this as much as we will.” He whispered in my ear and when he pulled back a little, I felt a shiver run through my whole body.
“Pl—Please.”