Chapter 113 The Meaning Behind It
- SKYLA.
- “That’s it, Love…” He groans, his hands cupping my breasts as I ride him. We’re still on the floor, the smell of sex in the air and the passion between us reaching new heights,
- We’re a mess. We’ve been rolling around kissing, fucking, and making out like it’s the last fucking time - losing track of time, but never wanting this night to end.