haughtyspirit: Pulses raise in anticipation… Thoughts race as skin and nerves are touched… A gasp crosses your lips… A breath blows along your neck as I bend down and whisper in your ear… I am hungry for only you… It’s lunch time…
haughtyspirit: Pulses raise in anticipation… Thoughts race as skin and nerves are touched… A gasp crosses your lips… A breath blows along your neck as I bend down and whisper in your ear… I am hungry for only you… It’s lunch time…
