[Bu_umpy]

Cheyenne was thorn: she knew that the right thing to do was to put her husband on rest, go fetch the physician and then act accordingly to proper medical advice and yet there was a part of her that simply wanted to please him, to obey him and ride him just like he requested. The flesh was weak, and it was made ever weaker by August's lips moving closer and closer to her core, the delicate skin of her inner thigh turning red and then violet under his teeth's action.

"You must promise me that you will stop me if your conditions get worse" it was impressive how she gathered the courage and the strength to sound so confident while her husband had already her legs spread and was too close to her folds, making her sense tingle with anticipation.

//sorry for the late reply, I completely missed the notification!