66 Quotes About Sydney-smoke-rugby-series

It was the kind of mouth that should only be found on angels. Chick angels.

Linc had always been a leg man. Thankfully hers made up for her caustic tongue and armour plated panties

This was Linc at his most elemental. This was cave man stuff. Potently male. Potently virile. Hot. As. Fuck.

He hadn’t struck her as particularly religious unless she counted the number of times he’d called out to Jesus when he’d been deep inside her.

He was stretched out like he was her own personal playground and she wanted to ride on his equipment for a bit longer.

If I’d known a sixty-niner was the way to your heart I would have done it weeks ago.

You’re a gambling man, right? Or do you only bet on frivolous things like poker and fucking women?

Why do men always have such high opinions of their cock?

He’d gone too far. He didn’t usually talk to women so frankly. Not with them both fully clothed anyway.