RPFS
Cryin’ in the rain.
By Elizabeth Fox.
The sound of a woman crying had been enough to draw the girl into the room, her moves fast as she shut and locked the door, moving in further, surprised to see the woman curled up on the bed.
“Mishka?”
The woman had moved closer, settling beside her and pulling her closer, gently touching her cheek, brushing the tear away. The reaction had been instantaneous.
“Come here sweetheart.”
The tenderness had only made more tears show and Isabella had done all she could to sooth the woman, kissing each tear away, gently stroking the woman’s back and hair, her hand soft on the woman’s thigh. Michelle had responded as she let the girl touch her cheek again, arching into the insistant fingers.
By Elizabeth Fox.
The sound of a woman crying had been enough to draw the girl into the room, her moves fast as she shut and locked the door, moving in further, surprised to see the woman curled up on the bed.
“Mishka?”
The woman had moved closer, settling beside her and pulling her closer, gently touching her cheek, brushing the tear away. The reaction had been instantaneous.
“Come here sweetheart.”
The tenderness had only made more tears show and Isabella had done all she could to sooth the woman, kissing each tear away, gently stroking the woman’s back and hair, her hand soft on the woman’s thigh. Michelle had responded as she let the girl touch her cheek again, arching into the insistant fingers.