C38 ROUGH HANDLE ME

We slipped back to the dance floor, pretending we had been there all along. I was sore from the way he had pounded me, but I relished every moment of the roughness Steve gave when he was in the throng of passion.

Neither of us had spoken as we dressed back in the room. The rawness of his cock stroking against my soft flesh had been the most fervent climax I’d ever experienced