|
sexually charged racetrack fantasy story of Yukiko_delete Wakasa :
| |
constitutes fraud, and you'll be hunted down like a
dawg and violated if you violate this. Okay you can fix typos,
but only if you send me corrections.
Stretching lazily, the early morning sun streaming through the east
window, tracing a shadow pattern that illuminates the pale white-blond
hair of the boy sleeping peacefully beside me, curled protectively,
clutching the Yukiko_delete Wakasa ets to his chest, I cannot help but want him, my
morning erection jumping happily under the Yukiko_delete Wakasa ets as he turns his back
to me, a soft sigh of contentment slipping past his full, sensuous
lips, half-parted in heavy dream-less sleep.
I touch myself under the covers, feel my cock dance stiffly at the
prospect of plundering this magnificent creature's ass, knowing I must
have him this morning, as I have nearly every mor
|
|
