But baby, you started this.” The hand on her hip tugged her closer, her inner thighs brushing against the smooth fabric pulled taut over his long legs.She tugged at the fingers on her hip, wriggling at the same time, desperate to escape. “And now I’m ending it.”“I’ll decide where it ends,” he said.

You’re like this frosting.” She swiped another swirl of it on her finger, stood and leaned forward to touch it to his bottom lip. “Pretty, momentarily pleasurable, but with no real substance or sustenance.

Her stomach looped into a series of reef knots, each growing tighter the closer her steps carried her into the center of town.

She dropped a withering glance at his crotch. "and you might want to take a cold shower. Looks like your budgie`s trying to escape". Twenty minutes after taking Piper´s advice and showering under a shrinkage-guaranteed temperature, West strolled into The Great Flat White café.