Collarbones Like Promises

Softness That Demands to Be Kissed They were the first thing I noticed. Not his lips. Not his cock. Not the way his hands hovered near my hip like he already knew the curve. No—it was his collarbones. Sharp. Soft.…
Softness That Demands to Be Kissed They were the first thing I noticed. Not his lips. Not his cock. Not the way his hands hovered near my hip like he already knew the curve. No—it was his collarbones. Sharp. Soft.…
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