Kiril.” His name was but a whisper upon the wind, a sigh upon her lips.Her gaze silently begged him while her hands continued their magic upon his aching cock. As if he could deny her — or himself — the pleasure that awaited.

Kiril.” His name was but a whisper upon the wind, a sigh upon her lips.Her gaze silently begged him while her hands continued their magic upon his aching cock. As if he could deny her — or himself — the pleasure that awaited.

– Donna Grant –

Burning Desire

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