Leaderboard

A tremble ran through Robin; her fingers shook as they hesitated on the edge of the desk, Dylan's eager pressure adding a tension that felt like clinging to some woefully insufficient rail on the edge of a cliff. Her tongue slipped over Robin's, and the wet slip of the skillful organ set a ripple up her spine like the trace of some phantom fingertip. The heat melting in the bowl of her hips and the burning rush of fear and desire in her drumming arteries pushed Robin to clumsily reciprocate, her own tongue pushing back into Dylan's mouth and moving in uncertain fits and starts as the girl with the poet's eyes taught her by example what that s

Kill, because we cannot have our kids confused with having a third parent.

fuck... to give her as many round as she needs