Adult fantasy baseball camps
Rocking with the Stones, rescuing hostages, riding bulls:
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" I was concentrating so much on his face and the movements of his fingers dancing over my skin that I didn't realize he'd scooted the storage ottoman closer.
Rocking with the Stones, rescuing hostages, riding bulls: Getting your ya-yas out, boomer-style.
Then there was a deep sigh.
Two double-rows of rope under my breasts as well as above that wrapped all the way around.
The other hand slid up and down my left side.
"I know it probably doesn't mean much, but I'm sorry.
After a light clatter of items moving around, he pulled out a bundle of jute rope.
On either side of the wide space broken up by benches and a directory kiosk, people were shoving their way through the racks of clothes, seemingly oblivious when articles fell on the floor in the various stores.
He carried me to my room.
My heart pounded from the adrenaline pumping through my body.
But he continued to kneel there, his eyes burning into mine.