Eventually, the headboard bumped a few times against the wall. It’s just a fantasy, I know I’ve got too much going on to have a baby. And you know I need this, too.”
“Yes… I trust you.”
A look crossed her face, like she made an important decision. Almost immediately, though, Ashley started texting me. Her hair splayed all over the pillow and she looked wrecked. I don’t know how much time passed, maybe ten minutes or so. “Mmm, just a little something I picked up along the way. “That’s all it takes to get you going again?”
“Well, that. Only this time, I picked up her little frame and set her down on my upward-pointing cock. “Talk to me?”
“Ashley, I…”
I couldn’t. “Ashley wait a second,” I began, weakly. – – – –
I awoke a few hours later to go to the bathroom, and I checked my phone; just one message from Ashley.Stud!
