Pumpkin Pie
- Elizabeth
- Dec 19, 2024
- 6 min read
The back of her knees were damp, as were her underarms and chest. She pulled back separating their lips. Something was different. Before Lucinda could get too tangled in her thoughts, Dave had tangled his fingers into her hair. He brought her face back to his. Lips collided, tongues intertwined. Tip to root they were connected.
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