While she did so, I continued lying on her couch inside her parents’ living room, looking forward to what was going to happen next. Porn I feel too relaxed and weak to do anything. A few moments later, Sofia returned to the living room, wearing nothing more than a white, silk nightshirt. “What’s more important than being with me right now?”
The thought of smashing a mailbox with Dirty’s folding army shovel ripped through my mind. My catatonic state was quickly cured once Sofia returned to the couch and resumed rubbing her hands all over my excited body. I was greeted with smirks and poorly contained laughter from Dirty and Suave. “It looked like the windows were getting a little foggy in there,” Dirty mentioned in jest. Call me later?”
“Sure,”
