Collapsing over her, breathing like a freight train, he pressed a kiss to her forehead and whispered, "Name's Tim. Nice to meet you.
Stephanie JulianSure, she’d come across one or two things she couldn’t explain. Cold spots, disembodied voices, Lady Gaga. Unfortunately, Bigfoot was not one of them.
Stephanie JulianStichwörter: carrie-benton
Especially when she wrapped one hand around his cock and realized her fingers didn’t meet. Thank you, Goddess of…well, whatever goddess handled huge guys with accessories to match.
Stephanie JulianStichwörter: carrie-benton
Damn, the guy was sexy as hell. Even his feet turned her on. They were lean and long and… Oh, for chrissakes, she was lusting after his feet.
Stephanie JulianStichwörter: carrie-benton
She loved hockey. Loved the speed, the agility. The fights. The men. Brawny, sweaty, messy. They let their hair grown, though no one would ever accuse them of being feminine, not with perpetual five o'clock shadow and bulging muscles. They skated with the grace of ballet dancers and fought at the drop of a glove.
Stephanie JulianWhy are you looking at me I'm chocolate cake and you're PMSing?
Stephanie JulianIf there was one thing she'd learned from her parents, it's that pleasure was sacred.
Stephanie JulianStichwörter: pleasure parents-teaching-birds-bees
Sometimes a girl needed more than Special K with Red Berries in the morning. This qualified as one of those mornings.
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