Fractures Minds of Lust
"Am I tormenting you? Maybe. Will you claim me? ...."
The valley of your throatA kiss, a nip, a prolonged breath.The trembling of your shoulders,Your rough rugged groanAm I torturing you?Maybe. The hard plains of your shoulders,Teeth, fingers, breath.Your muscles rippling as I proceed,Biting a nipple, feeling you tense.Am I tormenting...




