First Flesh: The Nervous Thrill of Meeting Maryse
Heart slamming like a drum, I gripped the wheel. Mary’s voice still echoed from the phone—naked in her bathroom, water dripping off her curves, fingers tracing wet arabesques on her tits, belly, ass. She was stroking her pussy right then, imagining my hands. My cock throbbed in my pants at work, door unlocked, anyone could…