My pretty Ronnie with his face and hands totally occupied for my pleasure alone. xxx18 When we returned home, Ronnie was banished, for the most part. the pain of the scratches hurt in a good-hurt kinda way, and the heat from that hurt brought that warm, powerful feeling up higher and higher in me, until my legs, suddenly went straight, stretching out atop Ronnie’s strong shoulders, and I grabbed his hair roughly, and threw my head back, and I made a yelping kinda sound that I’m sure woke some of the house, but in the dark, I didn’t think anyone would know what was going on.
