~Mae West The second she stepped into the kitchen, I looked down at my jersey shorts. The woman was like a fucking magnet and my cock wanted to attach himself permanently. Greedy bastard. Gritting my teeth, I tried to think about something other than the way that shitty excuse for a shirt hung loose from her shoulder, or the way her hair fell all wild and rumpled around her. Jesus, fuck I needed to be inside of her. To know what those incredible lips would feel like wrapped around my…“Hungry?” My voice was strained and tight. It was taking every ounce of control I owned not to fuck her like an animal right here on my shiny hardwood floor. This little sleepover would prove to be the test of a fucking lifetime. “Nah,” she said taking a seat on the stool. “So, what do you wanna do?” I adjusted my cock.I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to rip her goddamn clothes off. She was finally here, in my house, with me. Breathe motherfucker. She flipped her hair over her shoulder, and took a nervous breathe.
