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Del 3: Drop
| “Are you seriously asking me to fuck her?” I suck in some air. “Tiger. Let me tell you something about me. I have absolutely no patience. None. Nada. Zero. That means that I find being unnecessarily questioned extremely annoying. Now, do you plan to further annoy me?” “No. But I kind of don’t want to fuck her.” “Tell me why.” He looks away. “I’m not sure. It’s not like she is not cute enough.” I roll my eyes. “Babe, you are what, 25? Guys your age would fuck a zombie.” He smirks. “On some days, yes.” “How is this day different?” He takes a sip of coffee, the steam rises from the cup, settling on his shades for a second. “You know why.” “Me?” “You.” We agreed not to fall in love when we first met. But I did, immediately. And it looks like I’m not the only one to break that deal. “And if I ask you pretty please with cherries on top?” He starts to laugh, and I melt. Touch his face. “And if I propose a threesome?” Splash. The cup slides out of his hand. “Shall I ask her?” “You would, wouldn’t you?” Strong arms around me, he lifts me up and I lose my breath for a second. I know how we will spend this evening. |
Tillagd 25 mar 2021 Noveller #Kvinna som top #Man som bottom #Psykisk dominans #Face sitting #Rollspel #Verklig åldersskillnad #Sexmagi / Ockult sex
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