Real amateur black busting nut
Bradley always teased that I should change my degree to botany because I had such a green thumb. That maybe I was a long-lost son.
My mind was still reeling that he was doing this to me-as delicious as it was-when he hopped up onto the couch into a kneeling position. His hands collected my legs beneath my knees and pressed up, finally spreading me open like I'd wanted to before.
When I'd found out I was expecting, I couldn't wait to tell Chris.
There was a muffled shout from the other side.
Thanksgiving had always been my favorite holiday, even before Christmas and my birthday, which was also in December.
" "Huh?" I scrunched up my nose and tried to think about what he could be referring to. "Who's this man you love that you wanted to spend your favorite meal with?" Heat spread across my cheeks as though he'd flipped a switch.
I'd been running from the consistent annoyance of my roommate being gaga in love at our shared apartment. Little had I known what had awaited me at the mall.
When they found it, he pressed and circled inside and out at the same time.