Vixenscratch

“So how was your day, short stuff?” Ravaethinne Griffon lay on her stomach on her much younger stepsister’s bed, watching the three-quarters wyvern girl’s tails sway lazily where she sat by her computer. She’d stopped by to return a book she’d borrowed, and when Becky had turned out to be home alone had stayed to more »

Hands ran over her body, and Aretta moaned quietly, leaning into the touch. She couldn’t see his face, but his voice, urgently whispering compliments as his hands played with her small breasts, was to die for. He leaned in closer, his tongue teasing one of her nipples, and she sucked in a sharp breath, her more »