When I asked Rose about it, she said that Jessica had been sick after all, and she couldn’t get out of bed. I stopped her hands with mine. For all her secret inexperience, she seemed to revel in being wanted by men, always dressing to show skin and cleavage. Her lips had made a seal around my cock head, and she sucked in her cheeks and started bobbing up and down with a steady rhythm. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled. I got off the bed, and she curled up under the covers. She told me about how she had to change her panties every time she thought about me for too long. “You’re a greedy little slut tonight, aren’t you?” I hissed, increasing my grip. But my thoughts always drifted back to her. Girls I watched from afar but never had he courage to approach, like many guys. I released her lip and she slid her tongue into my mouth.
