“What?” she asks and narrows her eyes.
“What are we doing?” I ask her stupidly.
“What do you think we’re doing?” she asks incredulously.
There is a moment of pause. It’s as cringe as it can get. And I feel like I am losing my freedom. The freedom of exploring myself. I need a boundary. I need?—
“You can never fall for me,” I say, even more stupidly. “This is just sex. Nothing else.”
“Yeah, duh,” she says. “I don’t want love. I wanna fuck. Now shut up and turn off that stupid mind of yours. What are you, thirty?”
I have to laugh. Because technically, I am closer to thirty than to my pretend age, but she doesn’t know that. And before she suspects anything, I grasp her ass and pull her into me. Maybe Iwouldn’t have without riding on the high of the cocaine, but who cares?
No one.
I can do whatever I want.
And what I want is to fuck with this hot girl on my lap, so wander with my hands up her dress and push it up.
She wear no underwear.
Her body is exceptional, and I am losing my mind as I watch her present it to me.
She has no shame, and I wouldn’t either if I looked like her.
“Do you have a strap?” she asks
“No,” I say. “Just moved in.”
“Too bad,” she says. “We gotta stock you up. I’ll put that on my list, now, fuck me with your fingers,” she says as she leans back—so far back she is supporting herself with her arms on the couch table—presenting me her pussy.
My lips part as I can’t believe this is happening.
“I mean it,” she says. “Fuck me.”
So I wander with my hand around her and enter her with two fingers. I do it slowly. Taking in the sensation of her around me.
A wide grin appears on her face.
“Faster,” she says.
I move faster.
“More fingers,” she says and moans as I move faster.
I add two more fingers.
“Fist me,” she says, and I heat blush my cheeks.
“Fist you?” I asks.
“Yes,” she says. “Fuck me with your whole hand.”
I am too perplexed to think. The only thing I know is that she is just as fucked up as I am. Differently, but just as fucked. A mess, like me. And hell, I am in for the ride.
I bring all my fingers to her entrance and push in. The only
She moans an archs, rolls her hips.
