‘Connor and I are out hunting, when a snowstorm blows in. We seek refuge in a cave, waiting for it to abate. A few hours later, it hasn’t let up, so we pass the time creatively. We start making out, kissing tenderly at first, then it gets more heated. Then our clothes come off, and we lay on them on the cold rock floor. After a bit of teasing, he enters me, and thrusts, caught up in the passion, until he can bear it no longer, and cums, moaning my name.’

Confession [@estel619]