“Lauren,” he murmured. She looked up into his face, into his glazed eyes. Her lips parted to say something cutting, pithy, witty—God,… — Lexxie Couper Fifteen years Copy Share Image
“She wanted his swollen length in her hand, in her mouth, in her c#nt. She writhed against him, bare feet slapping on… — Lexxie Couper Bare feet Copy Share Image
“Goddess,” he rasped, running his hands over her hips, up her legs. “Lover,” she whispered back, threading the fingers of her right… — Lexxie Couper Desire Copy Share Image
“Lauren returned her phone to her ear. “Jenny!” she snapped, “I don’t have time right now. I need your help. I can’t… — Lexxie Couper Right now Copy Share Image
