My Guilty Pleasure Spanked and Fingered
His eyes didn’t leave her body as he followed her into his bedroom. She had begged him to be her guilty pleasure, and as much as his better judgement told him not to, he had agreed. The way that she was looking at him was different than anything he had ever seen, and he was drinking it in. Her eyes were green and glossy. She was standing beside his bed as he closed the door. She hadn’t taken her eyes off of him, and as he closed the door his coy eyes met her gaze again. She started to unzip her...