“Hello. . Xxnx . …yeah. . …huh. . …shit. How about tomorrow morning? He smiled down at me, and began running his hands over my body. There’s no time for me to fuck you.”
“Sure there is. I have a rule about cleanliness too.”
“Well, then I’m not sure how that’s going to go. “Hello. . . …yeah. . …huh. . …shit. I’ve been thinking about it all week.”
“Me too. Then he slowly pushed aside my g-string and just to tease me, he flicked the tip of his tongue across the top of my pussy lips as he stared up at me with his pale blue eyes and devilish grin. Not much.”
“I made coffee if you want some.” He sat back on the end of the couch and lite a cigarette. Before I knew it, he was unbuttoning my jeans and easing the zipper down, revealing a peek at my wine red g-string. There’s no time for me to fuck you.”
“Sure there
