She keeps talking, but I don’t hear a
thing she says because when she walks around the island, I see what she is
wearing. She dressed is some sort of wrap around black dress that hits her
knees. The shoes are bright pink with bows on the back and make her legs look a
mile long. My dick jumps in my jeans and I know we’re going to be late to her
parent’s house.
I stalk to her and pull her into me until
our mouths crash together. My hands rub up her sides dragging the material of
her dress with them. She whimpers against me and tightens her arms around my
neck. I move one hand down and feel her bare ass.
“Babe, why is your ass bare?”
“I’m wearing a thong.”
Holy Mother of God. I’m not going to make
it to the bedroom. “Your choice counter or wall?”
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