Your mouth. [ A twitch of his lips as he follows Aspen back as he settles, returning the nip with one of his own before he smooths his tongue over that same spot. ] My mouth. Your hands, mine. There is very little I don't want you to do, Aspen, or to do to you, when it comes to pleasure.
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Date: 2018-12-06 05:24 am (UTC)