Thor was driving her crazy. Narcissa closed her eyes, squirming at the feel of his too short, too slow thrusts and his mouth on her breast. "Fuck, Thor."
She looked down at him sucking on her nipple and then shifted her hips, rolling them over so she was on top, rocking her hips so he moved inside of her in long strokes, moaning as she looked down at him. "You're just what I want," she promised, brushing their lips together and combing her fingers through Thor's hair.
(Read comments)
Post a comment in response:
scribbld is part of the horse.13 network
Design by Jimmy B.
Logo created by 
hitsuzen.
Scribbld System Status
