Handcrafted With African-inspired Charm

Cam pushed himself into Emily. Seeing it now was like seeing the brother of someone she once knew—similar but different. Cal again had much wetness on his pubic area, but it was whiter and thicker than before, and its source was no mystery. Her hair was strewn across her face as it pressed into the light grey wall with tremendous force – her lips crunched together on the right hand side, lipstick rubbing off on the wall. He groaned softly. With a purposeful sigh her lungs filled with thick, humid air. Exhausted after helping his father build a deck for the past three days, Cam convinced everyone to leave him behind on their shopping trip into town, claiming a rest was in order. Having tolerated the towel scratching him for long enough, Cam snapped back the shower curtain. It took several minutes for her to cry, several more for her to stop, and longer than she would have liked to decide she was done with that