Face it. She pretty much never woke up like this.
Ray sucked at her nipple in deep surges and his fingers did warm, complex things between her thighs.
"Morning." Such long fingers.
She drew him up, found narrow hips with her hands.
Fast and sleepy at the same time. She scratched stars on his back. "Elaine." whispered tenderly. Nice knowing it was her he was thinking about
Poor Ray. Since the divorce . . . What he really needed was a friend.
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Constable Fraser talks about his day with the wolf, and then silently masturbates. He wouldn't have said lonely.
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