Warmth. Softness. Dimmed lights, the morning sun coming up, accompanied by the smell of coffee. No need to get up right now...my hands slides over a breast, down my side, further down the cleft of my hip. I let my hand rest there for a bit, one finger on
Her jacket. So many eye-twinkeling memories it harbors. That time in the lift, at a store. Their first kiss. The time, hiding from the police passing by. That time, when fínally at home, he ripped it open, exposing her tits, before pulling her hard towa
