So many plans. How poetic. Once I’m in, she shuts the door again, still facing it, and says,
“Before I tell you, you’re gonna have to answer something first.”
“Alright,” I respond. I can’t get enough of her. That’d be rude. Ho…ly…fuck. I’m finally gonna go from high school senior to full time adult. It doesn’t take long for her to get fully erect. And if you’re worried about me laughing, problems come in all shapes and sizes. And I love it. But rules are rules. “O-oh,” she stutters, “I-I’m sorry. How much more perfect can this be? “Yeah, moan for me, baby,” I moan, “Take it. I open my eyes, revealing the sight of a woman who’s fully at peace with the world. She’s about to make me cum. If the reactions to those problems are this bad, I wouldn’t even joke about it. What I see before me completely catches me off guard. Or at least try to. I just want more. “Absolutely,” I answer,
“How do I know you’re not just saying that?”
“Because my eyes don’t lie and neither do I. Well, not anymore, but I just heard you crying and wanted to see if I could help in any way.”
“Oh, well, thank you for your concern, but like I said, I’m fine.
