Giving into Darkness Part 3
Part Three After a third time of love making he had left her, tossing his leather jacket onto the back of the couch he would sink into the depths of it and rub his face in exasperation. What the hell had he been thinking, oh he knew what he had been thinking. He had been thinking about those tiny hips and pert breasts, who was he kidding he was still thinking about those aspects only in a different light. Memories of her riding him up and down only hours ago caused his loins to stir one...