MON CAPRICE. IN MEMORY OF A BELOVED FRIEND: SOLE THE PROUD REDHEAD
Ramblings and memories.
Saturday, December 29, 2012
SATURDAY, JULY 23, 2011
SHE WHISPERS...
He senses (rather than understands) the words she whispers in his ear...
...and he can't hold a moan of delightful pain as her teeth abruptly sink in his earlobe flesh.
If he dared, he would beg her for more...more...
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