Aw shit, she is perfect. And at this moment, watching her quiver, I want nothing more than to dip two fingers into what I suspect is a highly responsive and equally wet pussy. I’d give anything for it right now, after the crap day I’ve had.
But the time’s not right. We said if we did it, we’d do it together. So I shoot Matt a warning look, telling him to back down.
And with a disappointed grunt, he does. That big hand drops away, leaving her wide, white expanse bare, the t-shirt pulled up.
Hot damn, it’s so perfect. But still, introductions need to be made.