Chapter 42 A Hot Round Of Pleasure Under The Wet Cold Night

• Karen moaned softly, her head thrown back in pleasure, as a shiver ran down her spine.
• "Wolves don't catch a cold…oh boy, What in the world are you doing inside of me?" she gasped, her eyes closed as she tried to focus on the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body.
• Gregory leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear as he nibbled it gently. "Shh. You love it, right? Then keep silent and enjoy what I'm doing to you," he whispered, his hands smoothly massaging soft creamy laps, pushing aside a stray strand of hair that had fallen over her face.