she was damn sure getting drunk tonight! Sex he could feel the warm, wet lines he continued to spurt laying heavy on his chest and stomach, slowly soaking into his black tshirt. she was tall but thin and had less tolerance than she looked like… but first, she needed more humbling, more punishment. all those remembered giggles with the bitch patrol that he knew were at his expense… blah blah blah… Rachel had a great evening with her friends; flirting and drinking heavily, acting as though she and her best friend Julie might be sleeping together with innuendo, naughty touches, and kisses designed to light fires of lust-filled imagination in any guy who saw them. Josh fought not to explode at the first touch of her soft, wet tongue on his oversensitive head, pausing for just a moment before pushing onwards, determined to have his balls resting on her upturned nose… There must be something wrong with me…”
Rachel stares off into space, the person complaining in her ear about her cell phone fading to an incoherent mumble as she’s swept up in thoughts of what happened over the weekend. fucking amazing… fast and hard… because if you wake me up moving around over there, I will just fucking kill you and be done with you.
