I removed both our tops, but the shock from finding no bra underneath her shirt almost made me fail to notice a wet spot that had formed on my pants, having been pressed against her shorts. She loved painting and writing, and loved The Weeknd like I did. I want to cum together.” She pleaded. “Y-yeah, I’d be cool with that.” I was already rock hard. We both fell into the bed. Not growing up with her really blurred the lines between seeing her as a sister and a friend. If only we had more time, I would’ve wanted to appreciate every part of you.”
“Sorry Aly, unfortunately we’re almost out of time.” She managed to let out as my bulge throbbed, a combination of pre-cum and spit enveloping the tip. I placed a hand on her hip, pulling her in close. This was love-making. They were in sync with the creaking of his bed. She was wearing black casual shorts to go along with her Black Sabbath’s Paranoid t-shirt. They sounded painful but almost euphoric at the same time. I wasted no time asking her if we could hit the gym together sometime, to which she swiftly agreed. “But on one condition.”
What was with these girls and their conditions? I couldn’t help but reciprocate.
