You bring it to your lips, take a slow pull, and hand it to ..
Added 2025-07-17 23:02:13 +0000 UTCYou bring it to your lips, take a slow pull, and hand it to me — I feel the trace of your mouth on the edge of the roll. I sneak a glance: shirtless again, in those tactel shorts. The heat of your skin blends with the scent in the air, something raw, masculine. Our fingers touch when I take it back. My pulse surges. I'm trembling again.
