My fingertips slid along the butterfly tattoos. Gooseflesh scattered across her soft skin.
"Are you sure? You won't be able to take it back?"
She turned, blue eyes pierced the depths of my soul- clear and determined. "It must be done and I'd have no one but you, Evan."
Her hand slid over my chest and I shivered.
I closed the distance between us, rolling over on top of her soft form. She arched into me and her red dress split as I moved between her legs. I penetrated, tears fell from the corners of her eyes and she disappeared.
Best damn group of perverts you'll ever read. Every Friday we write flashers of 100 words precisely inspired by a given picture. The idea then is to comment on and support each others work.