Last Time
Disclaimer :- No one in this story is a real character, period… Emma stood outside her love's abode, the air gliding over her soft skin, the cold contained within pricking at it, wrestling with her nerves, trying to get her to retreat from the act she was about to commit. She shrugged off all comers, pulling her fur coat further around her body, blocking herself against the attempts. The door opened and the house looked somewhat more inviting. In the doorway stood Tom, wearing his usual jeans...
Erotic