When You Are My Mirror
‘Your lips brush against mine and linger as though I taste of honey. Your hand runs along my thigh before gripping my buttock firmly, your fingers digging in and embracing my flesh with glee. Your mouth makes no distinction between my breasts; you’re happy to lick and tease both my nipples equally, blowing on them and laughing as they become erect.’
This is an exceprt from “When You Are My Mirror”, erotic fiction exclusive to For The Girls.
