Gaven
Her skin tastes sweeter than I ever could have imagined, and I can't stop myself from dragging my tongue along the inside of her thigh.
She came to me in nothing more than a cotton nightgown. It covered enough, but now that she is sitting in front of me with her legs spread, it doesn't leave anything to my imagination. I can already see her n*****s hardening under the fabric and the wet spot forming in her panties. She wants me, whether she understands that or not.
Each day I spend with her, the bond between us grows stronger, and I am not sure I will be able to deny it much longer. I am no longer sure that I want to. Fern was made for me. She is perfect.
Reluctantly, I pull my mouth away from her legs and sit back on my feet, taking in the sight of her.
Her face is
