April’s eyes were like headlights. She sat up and removed her shirt, then his crafty hand wrapped around her back and set her breasts free. He grunted as he saw them hang loose, so luscious and full.
“You are magnificent,” he moaned.
Gripp took her breasts in his hands and massaged them as he furiously kissed her neck. She pressed into him, pleading for more, always for more.
“Yes, baby,” she moaned into his ear, taking his lobe into her mouth. “Touch me, please.”
APRIL
April was growing more and more confident about having the power to seduce Gripp. They had just had s*x in the small room in the hut, run for their lives, shared an intimate story, and were once again making out and pressing hard against each other’s bodies.
The fire roared as April moaned against Gripp’s strong hands
