>>63365202But I do, though.
Ciara Hanek felt her blanket pulled off of her slowly but she tried to stay unmoving on her side. Her skin hummed alive with goose bumps, the slight chill of the air did nothing to dampen the heat that rose from her clit to her nipples. She wished that she hadn't worn pajamas, and when he paused at the reveal of her rather unattractive boy shorts, she knew he regretted her decision as well.
His gloved hand felt strangely warm on her foot but it didn't stay there long. That violating hand stroked her carefully from her foot to her bare thigh and Ciara couldn't hold back a whisper of a moan. His hand froze on her leg, then slid between her thighs, pushing the fabric of her shorts up into the creases of her labia with a single thick leather digit.