Satisfying My Hunger

Mmm… nothing in the fridge, but I know exactly what I want to taste. I slide next to you, my fingers teasing, my lips whispering promises. You’re getting harder by the second, and I’m starving. I take... Mmm… nothing in the fridge, but I know exactly what I want to taste. I slide next to you, my fingers teasing, my lips whispering promises. You’re getting harder by the second, and I’m starving. I take what I need, riding every inch until you have nothing left to give. Read More