Chapter 36
- DAVE
- I sank deeper, my grip firm on her neck, with her body arching beneath me like she was made for this and like she was made for me. My head is light, but my senses were overloaded, drowning in the way she moves, the way her boobs dangled up and down, the way she gasped, and the way her nails dig into the sheet.
- No art was as perfect as seeing her this way, bounded in chains for me.