On The Floor
Publisher Description
He comes in the night. His hand strokes my rear – arouses it, curves over it, makes me hope for so much. The Guard, that man, he has plans for me tonight and I'm definitely not resisting. Not one bit.
He comes in the night. His hand strokes my rear – arouses it, curves over it, makes me hope for so much. The Guard, that man, he has plans for me tonight and I'm definitely not resisting. Not one bit.