It was making love, slow and with lots of cuddles and “I love you”s whispered in the dark. He looked guilty. Into their bitch. But he still took it slow… this wasn’t fucking his bitch. All of them were friendly and even though they communicated with each other using curse words and lots of “bro” they were always polite when asking me for help. I really can’t think of a single thing to say about him that made him any different from Eric. I had no idea what a dog would do if he was horny. Badly. Mac looked up at me and licked his lips. I called the number on their website and a lady picked up after the 2nd ring, a hoarse voice “Yeah?”. My mouth went dry. I had never deep-throated… not so much because I didn’t want to but because… well… my boyfriends could barely reach the back of my throat, even when I was pushing my face against their groins. White blouse, black skirt, black shoes, no high heels.
