She Won’t Be Walking Home After This Anal Wreaking

Mila stripped herself, then fetched a couple of bottled from the bag as I turned my head to watch. “From tomorrow we’ll go out in my car in the evening, a bit longer each time. I just want you to sit in the car with me. It made me tear up slightly. “Stop that!”

“In a bit,” she said, grinning. I have very sensitive and ticklish feet, and she made sure to put enough pressure so that I didn’t flinch and draw my foot away. Sometimes, on a Mila-less night when I’m lonely and want sex with another person, not my vibrator or shower head, I consider calling her and inviting her over, and see where things go from there. The sky was covered in clouds so low and thick that it was nearly dark although by the clock it was only mid-afternoon. “I’m fine.”

“Of course you aren’t. Mila stroked my head until, little by little, I could make them relax. Unable to stop myself from crying out, I hit an orgasm that left me biting my lip hard enough to draw blood.