“Do you have a name, young one?” He asked, deep voice breaking the silence. It angered him, but it was to be expected. xxx 18 She didn’t quite know what to do with her hands, wasn’t sure she even wanted this to happen. Every nerve was fraying as he stroked her slickness again, and this time she cried out, a noise fraught with pleasure and sheer agony. His eyes were a bright shade of emerald green, and his hair was dark brown. It sounded as though a lion had been caged in his chest, and his voice suited him. She was wet, and he could feel the tension and heat rolling off her in waves, and he teased those dewed folds with two fingers as he flicked at the sensitive bud with his thumb.
