Faster Than a Maclaren…
I was blown away. I underestimated that his mild demeanor would change once the clothes starting coming off. Zero to sixty faster than a Maclaren.
The kissing, hard and messy. I loved tasting myself on his mouth, his lips covered in glistening wetness that I licked off earnestly.
Fast a furious… then were was a lot sighing.
Music mood: Violent Femmes “Add it Up” – Why can’t I get just one kiss? There may be some things I wouldn’t miss but I look at your pants and…I need a kiss