Vixen Stories
“Dam you!”
He gripped my legs in his arm tightly then bit my neck, my chest, my lips, my collarbone, everything. He was like a lion, a beast that wanted more of sex.
My moans mixed up with his, his sweat collided with my own sweat and I really didn’t care. I was already holding into his arm for support because of how fast he was fucking me, and because he was too focused and lusted and horny, he didn’t even notice that I was digging my nails at his back.