“Why the hell are you wearing that shit?”
Riley knew exactly what he was talking about; he didn’t like it when she wore make-up. “I’m so sorry Ri,” he softly whispered to her, already calming her. You’re fucking that kid! Ri was cooking breakfast? What happened? She didn’t know. So far it was, he was so deep inside her, he felt her muscles squeezing him and releasing him all the way down to the base. The burning was amazing; her senses were on fire as she cried out at his forceful thrust. The problem started two months ago and he wouldn’t leave her alone. Later today they were suppose to go look at motorcycles, she wasn’t able to convince him not to buy one. “Anna!” he yelled. She turned and saw him and then looked back at Henry and told him something then started walking in his direction. He knew what was wrong because he’s the one who made the problem only she didn’t know that.
