I want to be that man holding your hand at breakfast, drinking our coffee and watching the sunrise. Every inward thrust brought a grunt on gasp from her beautiful mouth… another place I wanted to stick my dick, but not tonight. Hot xxx Never, never did I believe I’d be holding you like this.”
She drew my head to hers and our lips met. You could have been having sex with me for the last two days, you know. Saturday morning we were in pain from the uncomfortable positions we’d slept in. Her hands shoved my head lower, toward the patch of thin, light hair… “She’s a true blonde,” was the only thought that crossed my mind. As I said, her crying was a constant throughout Saturday, Saturday night (when we slept in separate beds, dammit), and until Sunday afternoon.
