The room was alive with breathy tension—bare skin, flushed cheeks, low moans filling the air like thunder before…
Jack stepped back just enough to let the warm air from inside drift out into the sunlit porch….
Jack led the way, his hand cradling Chasity’s lower back while Darla’s fingers laced with his on the…
Whitney doesn’t just ride wild stallions—she rides cocky little subs until they break. Saddle up, sugar.
Whitney plays hardball with her nephew’s coach. Will she convince him to share his BBC AND let her nephew pitch?