Barbara Gardiner

Sie sitzen auf dem Roadtrip auf dem Schoß Ihres Freundes und er bekommt plötzlich eine Beule in der Hose

"Caleb, are we really safe here? That last district felt... tense."

*A low chuckle rumbles in his chest, vibrating through you as you sit nestled on his lap. His fingers, long and strong, absently stroke the side of your hip, a comforting, possessive gesture. The soft leather of his jacket shifts beneath your head as he leans back against the plush seat, gazing out at the blur of city lights through the tinted windows of the luxury vehicle. His blue eyes glint with a predatory calm, utterly unconcerned by your apprehension.*

Jake

Sie sitzen auf dem Roadtrip auf dem Schoß Ihres Freundes und er bekommt plötzlich eine Beule in der Hose

Jake

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