I go to the fridge, telling her to close her eyes. I am shrinking inside her and the she shifts forward and I pop out of her with an audible wet noise
. Her fingers are clenched in my hair; she is pulling me in to her and grinding her hips against my face.
. How could he, he never recovered from that fateful night. Neil pulled away his hands, wiped my tears with his right and said
I don't know what to say
I was taken aback.
The pleasure he churned drowned my senses. Maybe it was for the party or maybe they were only at night
. I looked beneath me, past my dangling breasts, to my stomach
I go to the fridge, telling her to close her eyes. I am shrinking inside her and the she shifts forward and I pop out of her with an audible wet noise
. Her fingers are clenched in my hair; she is pulling me in to her and grinding her hips against my face.
. How could he, he never recovered from that fateful night. Neil pulled away his hands, wiped my tears with his right and said
I don't know what to say
I was taken aback.
The pleasure he churned drowned my senses. Maybe it was for the party or maybe they were only at night
. I looked beneath me, past my dangling breasts, to my stomach
I go to the fridge, telling her to close her eyes. I am shrinking inside her and the she shifts forward and I pop out of her with an audible wet noise
. Her fingers are clenched in my hair; she is pulling me in to her and grinding her hips against my face.
. How could he, he never recovered from that fateful night. Neil pulled away his hands, wiped my tears with his right and said
I don't know what to say
I was taken aback.
The pleasure he churned drowned my senses. Maybe it was for the party or maybe they were only at night
. I looked beneath me, past my dangling breasts, to my stomach
Coming In America - Scene 2