Finally, I simply asked, “Why?”
Erin opened her mouth to say something, and at that very moment, the helicopter door opened, and Helen entered the helicopter, followed by Bobbi. Friday, 2:03 pm
My hand was raised defensively over my head as I approached the helicopter as if an arm was going to stop the massive propeller from eating whatever the hell it wanted. Inhaling deeply, I dove between her legs and face-planted in her slit, my tongue immediately seeking refuge deep within her. “If we were in a relationship,” she corrected. No!” I said, horrified that she would even ask that question. “You were right.”
We ordered food and made small talk for the next thirty minutes. “Thanks,” she responded, her smile growing a little wider. Special.” She grew more somber. “Fuck… that’s hot.”
“I’ll taste as much of you as I can,” I panted as I reached down to palm one of her teardrop-shaped tits in my saliva-slick hand, squeezing and kneading it as I kept a tight rein on her hair.
