Rain and Bathwater II
Twila whimpered and tried to push against his shoulders and fight for control of her body. He wasn’t having it. His hand tightened on her leg, his fingers twisted tighter in her hair as he slanted his lips over hers and ravished her mouth. She moaned, gasping softly as he took her bottom lip between his teeth and nipped down gently. Twila groaned, feeling his hardness against her pussy as he slowly gyrated against her. ‘I figured you’d put up a fight so I took the liberty of picking up a...