Story-driven Stories

The space beneath Abbie’s desk was stifling, drenched in shadows and heat, but she barely noticed. In one sense, the world was shut out; in another, her entire world was right here, in the stiff weight of John against her tongue, and in the thrill of knowing her mouth was unraveling him piece by trembling piece. She took him deeper, savoring the velvety heat of his cock as it slid through her lips and filled her mouth com...