Her makeup is perfect, she is pretty beyond words, her body is as toned as it is curvy, and now … she is yours.
Not because you wanted her, but instead because she attacked, lunging at you during a war of words. That’s when she wrapped her fingers in your hair, drug you down to the carpet, and tried to scratch out your eyes.
But as your fury eclipsed that of your presumptuous rival, and as you coiled your body around hers, she gave way.
Her every breath coming slower and slower.
Her every movement nestling her body deeper and deeper between your squeezing thighs.
There you will hold her until you are sure she is finished. Until the woman who attacked you sleeps….Recommend0 recommendationsPublished in