Dillon’s sister was nineteen and wild—two things I wasn’t. Of course, they had sex. “The same goes for you.”
“I know. I didn’t complain, as it meant more time with my dick in her. Me too, baby.”
Jess lived in Kansas. I had been dating this woman for months, ignoring other opportunities and remaining faithful, but she had been doing this behind my back for a month. Cum for me! With naturally crimson lips, sparkling hazel eyes, and cute dimples on her cheeks when she smiled, she looked like a princess in a cartoon, albeit one with a bit of a different build. “Okay,” I finally said, “but you know I’m here if you need anything.”
“Of course,” she said. I trailed kisses down her back, marveling at the flawless canvas as I painted it with my tongue and lips, tasting the saltiness of our combined sweat. I swerved out of the way to avoid at the same time, and a moment later, she reemerged, her eyes wide as she looked from me to my front door.
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