Her n*****s were hard and erect. It was cool but not cold in the barn, not with all the candles lit. And a touch of magic. Still, she managed to have a nervous shiver.
“Excited?” I asked her. Aisling’s beauty was such that I had a hard time taking my eyes off her body. Small but full breasts topped with pink n*****s, slightly curved tummy, a dark triangle of scarlet hair at the apex of her thighs, the egg-like shape to her buttocks. She was a real-life walking beauty. If I was a man I would have thrown her on the ground and f****d her right then and there.
As it was, my p***y was wet and begging to be f****d, but at the moment we were short of c***s.
Even so, I still felt myself drawn to her. I couldn’t help but put my hand out and caress her shoulders down to her back and physically ad
