“Oh, naw! I’m straight,” the slim, sinewy-built man replied matter-of-factly to revelation.
“What’s that got to do with anything,” cooed the milk-chocolate-complected vixen, playfully grazing the man’s hard chest.
“Damn, why you ask it like that,” he scoffed.
“Like what,” the sing-songy-voiced c... Читать полную Историю