Then Brax moved, stepping forward, his lower stomach pressing against my knees, his hands bracing himself on either side of my thighs. He leaned in, the smell of sweat and earth and hard work not the turnoff it should have been, and brushed his lips against the shell of my ear as he whispered. “Were you being naughty? Did you get hard when you saw me walk in? Or were you already hard thinking about me?”
ahh so HAWT 😩😩😩😩
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