Half Baked

Mon, 28 Nov 2011 00:00:00 +0000

Adele batted his hand away.

“Hey! Stop that.”

He put his hand back on her tit. He had his other hand in her hair, holding her head as he kissed her, a teeth grinding kiss.

“Jesus Andy!”

He fumbled the buttons on her blouse, tugged at the thin fabric.

“Never done it here before. Done it everywhere else but here, baby. This is gonna be something you never forget.”

She wasn’t wearing a front-clasp bra. She always wore that bra for him. He wrapped his arms around her, slipped the catch, slid his hands under the cups, squeezed her tits - hard.

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Half Baked