Amateur pov samantha rone
So fucking close. I just needed.
The heat of his palm was palpable as it lingered over one nipple, which seemed to strain for his contact. I clutched at the couch cushion, but my nails just scraped the plush material.
He carried me to my room. Pulled a sweatshirt and sweatpants on me.
I used to stare at the pictures for days.
I carefully lifted the lid, gasping.
That this year, the traditions woven into my memory since childhood had already begun to unravel because my parents became snowbirds.
" My hand shook when I took it from him. Even more when I realized it was a check.