Her: “What if someone hears?”
Him: kissing her neck.
“Then they’ll learn what it sounds like when I fuck you right.”
It's still a thing ❤️
💋💋
🤭😆
“I will not be another flower picked for my beauty and left to die. I will be wild, difficult to find, and impossible to forget.”
— Erin Van Vuren
She was still catching her breath when he pulled her hips up, hands rough, grip firm.
“You really thought I was done with you?” he growled against her shoulder, voice low and dark. “After how sweet you tasted?”
She moaned, face pressed to the sheets as he lined himself up behind her—still dripping, still shaking.
Early 50's male from the northeast. If your blog is blank or has no description of who you're, then don't attempt to follow. You will be blocked. What you'll find here is what intrigues my mind and stimulates my soul, nature, athletics, humor, solitude, and sometimes NSFW, just to list a few. Dont be shy to ask questions. I won't bite unless you're into that, lol. I love the outdoors and spending time alone.
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