A bottle of whiskey stood between them, a temporary escape from the harsh reality that had befallen Bailey. Japanese sex you know.”
Chad’s eyes widened, and he let out a nervous laugh. Chad, offering a comforting presence, listened and provided solace through the shared silence of understanding. Her arms pressed her milky white breasts together, bouncing with each movement, matching the rhythmic squeaks of the bed frame. Their bodies collided in an erratic dance of urgency, pounding into each other with an intensity that seemed to echo off the four walls of her room. “Thank you, Chad. Chad’s voice a low murmur, “I have dreamed of touching you like this, discovering every inch of your body.”
Bailey, captivated by his words, whispered, “Tell me more.”
As Chad’s touch became bolder, Bailey felt a wave of heat and desire coursing through.
