INTIMATE AND LUSTFUL MOMENTS
I woke up on Lysander’s chest, it’s morning in New York the skyline pitched in grey. I felt heat reach my blossoms, drawing it's source to his body part I had slid to during the ravenous night. My breast was pressed hard to his hot skin with his stuff length against my legs even now. I lifted my head trying to peer at the lion of my night, Lysander. His eyes were closed, so peaceful in sleep, it was hard to belief that the same face had harbored so much violence and darkness last night.
Feeling curious I tried checking up the dragon that rocked my clits, never seen an erection before but I'm worried of waking Lysander for it. After his utterances last night, I really didn’t want to risk him losing control. Pushing myself to peek over my shoulder at Lysander’
