“In my mind’s eye I see her spread out in front of me, back arching as I taste her neck. She tastes… — Penny Wylder Copy Share Image
“He grins. "You are a good slut..." He slides his finger out of me. "You can come for me now, slut." Then… — Penny Wylder Copy Share Image
“She’s not ready for a wild man. She likes tame, placid little city boys.” — Penny Wylder Copy Share Image
