Sign up
Sign in
He was talking. The octopus was talking. She couldn’t become indignant over his crude efforts at flattery because she couldn’t find her way past sheer disbelief. And then there was his mouth kissing her folds with a growing fervor, an intimate melding of satin …
Celia McKinley
✍ Posy Churchgate
Follow
--
Share
Nor could I in her place!
Writing original Fiction * Romance* Relationships* Erotica* Edits Teaser Tales For early access Subscribe to Ream https://reamstories.com/posy_churchgate
Help
Status
About
Careers
Press
Blog
Privacy
Terms
Text to speech
Teams