Sara

Jaxon was not gentle. Every move he made was needy and desperate. He threw me down on the bed before tearing off his shirt and throwing it on the floor. I stared in awe at his bare, rippled chest.

He quickly grabbed hold of my shorts and almost ripped them as he pulled them down, tossing them aside, then bent down quickly shoving his face deep between my legs. I screamed out wildly. I reached my hand out and gripped a handful of his hair, pressing him deeper. ...