My First Grip: The Maid’s Hand That Ignited Forbidden Fires
Sweat slicked my skin in that narrow guest bed at Suzon’s countryside house. Summer heat pressed heavy. I slept naked now, heart thumping wild each dawn. Erection tented the sheet, throbbing with unknown ache. Door burst open. Catherine stormed in, shutters slamming wide. Her black eyes locked on my rigid cock as she ripped the…