Copyright 2015
Bailey Bradford
Chapter Fifty-Four
Karl didn’t know how it was possible to feel so much pleasure and not just melt from it. As he thrust into Elliot’s tight hole again, Karl’s breath stuttered. Slow and steady, he reminded himself, caressing Elliot’s cheek, holding his cock still deep inside of his mate. Elliot’s heat and silky snug grip were threats to Karl’s vow to make this last. Elliot had asked for
him, not his space-jellyfish form. Not the kinky, tentacles-in-every-orifice (...
Published on October 06, 2015 18:50