la_la_love_mp3

“I'm only holding onto my muse, what’s wrong with that?”

Rafayel gripped her chin, forcing it up to look at him, and he grinned mischievously. “Use my thigh, show me where it tickles.”

Then Rafayel moved a hand to unbuckle his pants, freeing his already painful hardness; that hand grabbed hers, lowering and wrapping it around his cock. “It tickles here too.”