Desert Temptation: A Wife’s Secret Rendezvous Beyond the Barracks

Drake’s touch, both gentle and firm, sent tremors through my nerves, single traveling from his hand to my brain, my emotions, traveling into my hungry, insistent, demanding pussy. “I love you like a woman loves a man.”
“I know, Babycakes,” he said. Vxxx And you-know-what, I didn’t care. “Sorry,” Drake said. The flavor of his precum was savory saltiness which I liked. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously—any resemblance to actual persons, whether living, deceased, real events, or locales are entirely coincidental. The kiss went on, wet, the tasty flavor vanished from the caramel he’d eaten and the pungent foulness of his Marlboros and beer.