“Try me Raphael.” I give him a dead stare to show him I’m serious. Indian Porn He grabs me by the wrists and backs me up against the glass door of my shower kissing me, deep, yearning for more. His kisses descend from my lips to my neck, across the top of my shoulder, down my chest. He starts softly, his thrusts deep, slow, sensual. He nods, “Leo… is my biggest competition, my rival, and the one I fear losing you to.”
“Raph” I say in a soft tone, “you will never lose me to Leo, he’s not my type.”
“You a mean 6 foot mutant turtle trained in martial arts?” He says jokingly. I’m so cross with him, but I can’t resist him either. By Hana M Brimeck
I stood in the on my fire escape holding my face up into the rain hoping to hide my annoyance and tears.
