The bright sign on the top of the car that slowed
opposite the the house was all that stopped her
fucking him right there, right then, on the lawn. come … He leaned forward again and pressed his mouth over the
junction of her labia and sucked gently as if knowing
what to do. She savoured the sweet
saltiness of his precum. “I’m … I’m leaking Matthew,” she giggled again, “I’m leaking
Matthew, Matthew.”
“Let’s go, we need to shower,” she told him and took
his hand. “We?”
“I’m not letting you out of my sight Matthew. Suddenly shy under the girl’s gaze Mitzi
didn’t want to expose her breasts. Bye.” Matthew
switched off and looked at Mitzi. She was coming. He looked so young
and so desperate. But Mitzi wasn’t pretending, she was
having the orgasm of her life or so it seemed right
then. Dear God! I get to the airport and they
tell me dad’s plane had a mechanical problem or
something and the flight’s cancelled.
