“Hold still,” cautioned Te. “I don’t want to hurt you.” She edged around the bed upon which Sweeney sat, only partially robed, waiting for his lover to perform her magic, as she’d promised. Theresa, an 88-lb. dynamo, beautiful and perfect in every way, thought Sweeney, struggled to engage him with the gold stud she placed … Continuar leyendo “Piercings” by Bill Tope