His hands, there is something seductively wicked about a mans hands…
Midday musings…
The way they bring me to the edge just by a single touch…
Tag: hands
Hard and fast….
He runs his fingers through her hair and grabs a fistful pulling her closer
Reality brushed aside as she let the feel of his hands take over. His lips crushing against hers and the touch of his tongue igniting the desire she had kept bottled up, a small moan of pleasure as she leans in for more.
Pleasure burning
His hand grips my hair and his strokes quicken, I am soooo close, moaning and twisting
There is this invisible bond between us… like a radio beacon, throbbing and pulsing with a life of its own… drawing us closer and yet forever between us. I can sense him when he enters the room and my body is on instant alert. A fire ignites in my eyes and moisture pools between my legs. His shoulders stiffen a little and his jaw hardens..
Lady Lava - naughty but nice 