Wyn Raven Raymond Draken S. America. 1857?
Almost immediately the anger left Raymond when Raven "shushed" him, and he felt very content when her delicate finger slid down his wet chest.
"But, Raven. We're already here..." Raymond said, but he loved the way she was looking at him. Muscles on his chest danced uncontrolably from her touch.
At least he didn't get hard this time.
				
			Almost immediately the anger left Raymond when Raven "shushed" him, and he felt very content when her delicate finger slid down his wet chest.
"But, Raven. We're already here..." Raymond said, but he loved the way she was looking at him. Muscles on his chest danced uncontrolably from her touch.
At least he didn't get hard this time.