James is not your typical guy. He is a thief of panties, hosiery, and other unmentionables. Never has he cared, nor spared a girl's heart. No soulmate dares to enter his orbit. This wrecking ball swings and loves to strike. "Say nothing, just do what pleases me," is what his energy commands. The Universe responds, and James sends no mixed signals. Nothing about him screams playful; yet, his stoic and calculating glance softens to the sound of the rhythmic drumming of Lavi’s labium, churning a piece of Big Red all throughout those pillowy lips. His arousal screams, "Let me rest right there, in the space that lures me within."The girl with the red lip has no face, no body—just lips<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: norm