St Just tried not to move.

The woman in his arms was soft, sweet-smelling and so warm, so inviting, he dared his body to stay still,

But every time he breathed in, it was the fragrance of her young, fresh body, the feel of her soft curves that tantalized him. Groaning inwardly, he held her , willing his c*ck not to take over his feelings. He was rock hard and trying not to roll her over and thrust into her in one go.

She slumbered, spooned into his body, feeling safe and snug, dreaming away.

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Finally, unable to hold himself back again, Finn St Just rose, gentle and furtive,...