fingering my boyfriend: Adventures Beyond Imagination and Dreams

Rain lashes the window while fingering my boyfriend keeps her warm inside. Wrapped in nothing but a cashmere throw, she lets it slip in fingering my boyfriend, revealing goosebumps that beg to be soothed. In fingering my boyfriend, she warms herself the only way she wants—slow circles over silk and skin until she’s trembling harder than the storm. Lightning flashes each time her breath hitches in fingering my boyfriend. She times her final climb with the thunder; when it crashes, so does she—mouth open in a silent scream that fingering my boyfriend records in perfect 4K. After, she curls into the damp blanket, rain still drumming approval on the glass. fingering my boyfriend feels like the coziest secret you’ve ever been told.