Hot Maid Pleases Master In Sexy Uniform

“Bitch…”

I snorted at his single-word response to my shattered relationship. “You’re not? “My apartment, getting her crap together. “There’s sixty-something dollars in the side drawer. Or steals it?”

“What stuff?” I asked. I enjoyed exploring her body as I felt her moan and whimper around my thumb in the throes of post-orgasmic bliss. “But the distance won’t be an issue much longer,” I continued as I leaned down to kiss one of her pale, pink nipples. You were moving, and I was going to ask you to marry me when you got here! “I’m… sorry?”

“Yeah,” I said. Our distance had been the biggest issue between us, and it had been a little over a month since we’d seen each other. Anger was starting to overtake my shock. It was on-brand for Dillon. I grew up in middle-class, upstate New York as one of four children to an architect mother and a musician father—well, step-father. I grabbed my pants and began pulling them on, trying to feel nothing again. Everything alright?” He asked, his tone taking on a note of concern. “Me too.”

“Are you okay? “But the distance won’t be an issue much longer,” I continued as I leaned down to kiss one of her pale, pink nipples.