Within minutes our conversations about those girls led to us both stroking under the covers on a hot summer’s night
. With that, he pulled off of me, rolled over, and with no further invitation I began stroking myself and shooting string after string onto his perfect chest.
. It was soon done, and he sat there, the empty field in front of him brimming with possibility. Worrying was for other people, and if she’d started there, she would have had to reflect on her uncharacteristic decision to drink the previous night (something she normally saved for weekends), or the hangover that had hit her so hard that morning (normally she was a girl who held her liquor extremely well
Within minutes our conversations about those girls led to us both stroking under the covers on a hot summer’s night
. With that, he pulled off of me, rolled over, and with no further invitation I began stroking myself and shooting string after string onto his perfect chest.
. It was soon done, and he sat there, the empty field in front of him brimming with possibility. Worrying was for other people, and if she’d started there, she would have had to reflect on her uncharacteristic decision to drink the previous night (something she normally saved for weekends), or the hangover that had hit her so hard that morning (normally she was a girl who held her liquor extremely well
Within minutes our conversations about those girls led to us both stroking under the covers on a hot summer’s night
. With that, he pulled off of me, rolled over, and with no further invitation I began stroking myself and shooting string after string onto his perfect chest.
. It was soon done, and he sat there, the empty field in front of him brimming with possibility. Worrying was for other people, and if she’d started there, she would have had to reflect on her uncharacteristic decision to drink the previous night (something she normally saved for weekends), or the hangover that had hit her so hard that morning (normally she was a girl who held her liquor extremely well
