“Such smooth skin.” My voice rasps guffly, thick with lust for her.
Her skin is so smooth my hands glide up and down the naked expanse of her open back.
I gradually glide my hand till it reaches her nape and I take a hold of it. Wrapping my hands around her neck from behind I don’t need to pull or anything. She falls back on me and sighs out my name.
She is dangerous. Just her rasping my name has me harder in my pants and ready to spill like a little boy in high school.
The last time such an intense feeling was when I was sitting in the owners box at the biggest horse racing tournaments in Greece a couple of years ago, the gun had off, the stalls swungs open and the horses were out like a rabbit chasing carrots. A black thoroughbreed stallion caught my eyes. In the beginning he was n
