Chapter Six Hundred Sixty-Five

JIPSEE

“Right n-now?!” Logan’s voice cracks with panic as I stroke my hands greedily over the swell of his chest to scratch the back of his fluctuating shoulders.

“Yup,” I reply, my lips popping on the ‘p’ as I grind myself over his girth a little more lewdly than before. A promise of all the ...

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