“Ooohhh!” cooed Bridget, “I love a fighter! Charles was trying so hard to not moan out loudly from the pleasure he was feeling. “Good boy” Bridget said. She took a seat at the edge of her large bed and looked to Charles. She’d had quite a few, according to her, in middle and high school, but currently she’d been in a bit of a drought. The two were nearly face to face now. I thought we were friends”
“Because I can!” she cheerfully smiled, “plus it makes me so horny seeing my victims squirm! “Why not?”
“I just don’t want to, that’s all…” Charles said and looked down. SHIT!!” Bridget threw her head back and pumped herself furiously as her first four volleys shot up high before falling back down and landing on Charles’s aroused face. In the middle of October things started to change for Charles. It was Friday of the first week that really got Charles excited.
