Then again, why should I bitch? Ember went into overdrive, working my cock like it would vanish in the next few seconds and she intended to consume it before it did. I wish I’d put in a fucking horizontal pierce right now!”
“I bet!” I said in way of commiseration. It caressed her ass with an audible snapping noise. Next, I tried photography and film work. I fired up the Ac and pulled onto the road. “Ashe, stop!”
“Hey, the lady asked for it,” I said as I shook the tangles loose from the buttery soft blades. “We’ll talk Monday. As I said, I’m fucking asshole by Christmas. “What is he doing to her?” Ember asked. I really wish she hadn’t done that, though. More than her almond-shaped eyes, more than her flat facial features or thick raven hair or adorable slurred accent, I loved her golden skin tone.
