“Oh God?” he questioned, amusement lacing his tone. “God doesn’t dwell in the space between us—in the things I want to do to you.” He brought his lips down to her erratic pulse. “But if you need something to pray to, I have no problem being your church—watching you get on your knees for me and spill your confessions all over my c*ck, little star.”
Used availability for Nicole Banks's Estrellita