Borderline therapeutic. Sex I lean on the door, giving it a knock. A sharp gasp escapes her lips as I wrap my mouth around her right nipple as I continue playing with her left breast. And while that’s admirable for some people, something tells me she’s not really gonna be in that camp. You’re just gonna have to wait for that.”
“Eh, I was never one to be a loan shark, anyway.”
“Good to know. Not at all. And my efforts are rewarded. And there’s always room for one more. The CHUTZPAH of this woman! This isn’t going anywhere. But before I can even make the proposition, I feel her clasp onto my wrists before rolling over, switching our positions to where she’s pinning me on the bed. But that motherfucker Murphy and his dumbass laws put me on the route where that’d be inevitable.”
“Damn, that’s always the worst. I gotta learn to take a few steps back from work. Like how Claire was ‘all over you’ when you shot your shot with her.
