Lyanna
Do you know those sparks you usually feel when you actually get to speak to your crush, and then you accidentally brush your fingers against thiers?
That's exactly what I'm feeling right now, wrapped around this handsome, rude man.
I don't know what came over me, but I just couldn't resist having his hands all over me.
He hates me, I know.. but do his hands also?
I can feel his hardened length rubbing against my core with a sense of urgency, like he wants to rip me apart, and tremors erupt in my stomach, quickly spreading like wildfire all over my limbs.
His large, warm hands, cup my breasts again, this time there's no mercy in the way he kneads them.
His lips nibble at my earlobes, and I almost squirm. The excitement pooling at my core is too much to handle, but still I don't want him to stop.
Is this what those couples who usually make out by the trees always feel? Well, I can't blame them anymore.
