hey,,,, you should write,,,, Clover smoochin Aveana,,,,
u said heated so..... *sprinkles hot pepper flakes....*
Clover straddled Aveana’s lap, skirts rucked up around her thighs while delicate fingers wove into thick brown curls. Her breath caught at the sensation of Aveana’s lips trailing over her neck and jaw.
“Have I ever told you,” Clover laughed when Aveana paused briefly, “that you have really pretty eyes?”
“All the time.”
A smile grew on Clover’s kiss-swollen lips. “Good.”










