I answer her subliminal question, saying,
“Maybe we have our own event right here. I lean down to her needy cunt, spreading it open with my fingers before dragging my tongue along her slit. Hot xxx It pays to know someone, I guess. She opens up a bottle of blueberry schnapps and mixes the two drinks in both cups. I’m so fucking close. This sucks. Is he really implying that we’re…a couple? We converse about different topics as we head back to her car, not even giving what we just did any further thought. I wanted her. “They’re calling us back,” she says in a deflated tone,
“Yeah, I figured,” I reply,
“We should…probably get back so they’ll shut up, huh?”
“Yeah, we probably should…Or~”
I unbutton and unzip my jeans before sliding them down my thighs along with my boxers. I just wanna get that thought out
