“I’m loving her everywhere,” I murmured. “I feel the grip of her knees on my waist. I’m watching her pitch upward, arching into me, her breasts pointed. She’s digging into my shoulders as we let our hips go, her thighs catching me. I’m loving her... because I do, and have, and will.”

“I’m loving her everywhere,” I murmured. “I feel the grip of her knees on my waist. I’m watching her pitch upward, arching into me, her breasts pointed. She’s digging into my shoulders as we let our hips go, her thighs catching me. I’m loving her... because I do, and have, and will.”

— Natalia Jaster