“Let go, gatito. Mourn and then move on. Your life is not over. Not by any means. So let the tears fall for the past and then we will speak of the future.” — Laura Baumbach Copy Share Image
“The thigh pressing his legs apart rubbed side to side, massaging the growing bulge in his jeans. James groaned and bit down on one… — Laura Baumbach Copy Share Image
“Working his way back to the leaking tip, Connor licked the droplet of white cum from the slit, stabbing the opening with the point… — Laura Baumbach Copy Share Image
“You’re shaking, baby. Excitement…." A callused fingertip ran down the length of his neck and back up to stroke over his open, panting mouth.… — Laura Baumbach Copy Share Image
“Let go, gatito. Mourn and then move on. Your life is not over. Not by any means. So let the tears fall for the… — Laura Baumbach Copy Share Image
