Amateur surprise cum shot
Maybe you'll feel better by Christmas Eve. It's still two days away.
It was the same routine on Sunday. Chris was gone by morning, his bedding neatly folded on the ottoman.
" The words just kind of fell out.
"I dated a girl who worked in a tattoo parlor.
His hands expertly wrapped, threaded, twisted, and tugged the rope just how he wanted it. Repeating from back to front, weaving patterns he knew from memory.
Shivers rippled up my spine at the feeling of his fingertips tracing my hips with the lightest touch. His breath caressed my upper back between my shoulder blades before his lips did.
"No. You have both had your say.