Wet Dream
“It was a wet dream,” she laughs. His heart still beating quickly, his body soaked into 600-threads. He can still feel her fingers tightened around his throat, as sweat beads down his back.
“It was a wet dream,” she laughs. His heart still beating quickly, his body soaked into 600-threads. He can still feel her fingers tightened around his throat, as sweat beads down his back.