His groan Mixed with the wet sound of his tongue dragging over her foot, sucking, tasting, whatever. They didnβt need words. Just the mess, the heat, the fucking need.
Her mouth on him. his mouth on her, no finesse. Just bodies, craving, slick with sweat and salt,tangled up in something that didnβt have a name.
Raj
2025-03-01 10:08:16 +0000 UTC