Amateur swingers in action
He was snoring softly before I succumbed to sleep.
Our lips met while he cupped my left breast and stroked his thumb over the tortured peak. We moaned into each other's mouths.
"Although you couldn't know the extent of the answer about the piercings, it was enough to see you didn't seem disgusted.
"Thank God, you're in charge.
That had me hyperventilating from fear. "Shh.
It was a bit of an oxymoron that as a Dom, I found myself willing to submit to whatever she needed to reach ultimate pleasure.