“It’s like you’ve had cooties since second grade.”
I shrug. I wasn’t even aware I had made a noise. Big cock I feel warm, and content and happier than ever. I don’t allow the thought that he doesn’t actually belong to me sour our sweet moments. I feel warm, and content and happier than ever. It was beautiful and surreal. “Kind of.” I answer trying not to sound annoyed. “It’s like you’ve had cooties since second grade.”
I shrug. “He hugs me sometimes.” I argue. While I cared for Grant and may possibly have loved him, he was a bore to talk to. It was beautiful and surreal. I can feel every lean, hard, inch of him against my
back, as hot water cascades over us. “You’re so perfect.” He moans in awe when he is fully sheathed inside of me.
