When I didn’t reply she deflated, sniffed, and said, “Bee Stings.”
Her look of defeat hit me like a gut punch. I knew it had failed when her hand closed on mine. I don’t know, Kim. I felt her nipple stiffen between my fingers and saw her teeth bite down on her bottom lip. My no-win situation just got a little more unwinnable. I honestly can’t judge.”
“Just look at me. Rub that for me.” I strongly felt that she was overplaying her innocence of her own body by this point. I was horrified by my body’s betrayal but, to be fair, hers was equally traitorous. I loved her little outie belly button and lazily toyed with it as I watched the crunch and grind of her abdominals. Please be my first.”
“Kim, I…” I began to protest. She’d snuck so close to me. I was a rabbit facing down a stalking predator, hoping stillness would be my camouflage. But, as someone once told me, sometimes bad shit happens. That feels really good.”
“Oh, God.”
“Just relax, I’m only curious. But I don’t think guys would have a problem with them. Her hips swirled around faster and faster, spiraling her sheath around my cock, which was now beyond the point of bursting.
