Emma
He keeps me in his arms. Maybe he believes I will vanish if he releases his hold on me.
My legs feel weak and my inner thighs are wet from our contact and my shirt sticks to my body after I sweat. I can feel his heart racing against my chest...
Emma
He keeps me in his arms. Maybe he believes I will vanish if he releases his hold on me.
My legs feel weak and my inner thighs are wet from our contact and my shirt sticks to my body after I sweat. I can feel his heart racing against my chest...