Anna a Perfect MatchChapter 7
That object was still riding him slowly, and now bent her body over to hold onto his shoulders. She kissed him passionately, massaging his neck and shoulders when the pleasurable feelings made her ball her small fists. After their lips parted, he squeezed those thick little cheeks of her. "Do they call THAT training?" Anna had to laugh. Which said a lot about the state of mind she was in. Normally, a remark like that would make her explode in furious anger. "I like it, though. You're...