when you keep the heels on
With silent steps he moved closer to the bed, being careful not to wake her.
The smooth curves of her body enticed him. His mouth watered. He desired to lock his lips over her succulent dark nipple and trigger the sensitive nerves there with the eager swipes of his tongue.
He wanted her, and she had no idea.
The way she undulated in her sleep, moaned and ran her hands over her thighs and belly made his manhood throb erratically. Biting back a groan, he grabbed his cock and squeezed it.
“Please let her be dreaming about me,” he whispered.
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