Save it for the Store by filthytrancendence,filthytrancendence
“Not that one,” Jimmy said, firm but quiet. He sat on the edge of Lily’s bed, legs crossed, and the fingers of his right hand spread through his trim beard in a pensive pose. Lily froze, turning her head toward him and quirking and eyebrow up, caught halfway between annoyance and arousal at his confident … Read more