She had stopped taking her pills weeks ago, not consciously planning this, but knowing deep down that she wanted it. “Never have I ever… gotten a tattoo.”
Nora’s eyes lit up, and she reached for the bottle again. Focus, Nora. “Yes, Mom,” he breathed, his voice rough with desire. She kissed me, and I… didn’t stop her. “You’re perfect.”
Nora laughed, the sound soft and warm, as she swatted him lightly on the arm. Under the bleachers.”
Nora laughed, the sound rich and warm. “You’re killing me…”
She smirked, leaning in to lick a long stripe from the base of his cock to the tip. Nora leaned back against the futon, her legs tucked beneath her, the bottle resting loosely in her hand. Truth or Dare seemed too risky, too bold, and too many chances for things to go wrong. “You think I’m paranoid because I caught you screwing her?
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