interview with our beloved grim reaper, lee dong wook.
You moaned and arched your back off the bed, knotting your fingers into Chris' hair. He kissed your inner thigh and looked back at the index cards laying next to your thigh. "I didnt write this report but I'm pretty sure there wasn't moaning involved in The Hobbit, sweetheart," he licked his lips and thumbed through the cards, "start off from the authors historical presence." Your breath caught in your throat as Chris began to slide two fingers into your slick cunt, "T-tolkien uses the (1/4)