by ChrissieLecker
... To seal the deal, I pressed my lips against hers, and as they slightly parted, my tongue explored the inside of her mouth, while my fingers felt her ever increasing wetness. I was ready to guide my husband's stiffening cock inside her delicious flower ...
I am sure you can do much better, Christine. Write, please?
Although highly unbelievable a great story, sort of wishful thinking?
In comparison to your other stories, I missed the BDSM touch.
Why did you stop writing?