Lusty Laundry Day (Alberto Blanco, Marica Chanelle)
0Lusty Laundry Day (Alberto Blanco, Marica Chanelle) I’m staying in Kansas.”
“Why?” I repeated. “You’ll have to show me the ropes. When did she tell you?”
“A little over half an hour ago,” I said, not looking up at him. “Yo. Jessica loved it. “You’re not? I shrugged and finally said, “We broke up. I’m staying in Kansas.”
“Why?” I repeated. My story isn’t all that unusual. She looked away from me and said, “I met someone.”
A chill ran through me, and I suddenly had to remind myself to breathe. “She might be a bit young for me.”
Dillon shrugged and said, “I’d trust you with her. As she lay on her back, I reached out to paw at one, gently rolling the warm flesh in my palm in a way I thought was more soothing than arousing. She turned her head and screamed into the mattress again, and I felt her body shudder under my palm as her juices coated my shaft. And why did she have to look so beautiful, kneeling in my bed and looking nude and so vulnerable? She shoved her generous hips into my crotch, meeting each aggressive thrust with equal fervor. There’s someone else, so she’s staying there.”
Silence reigned between us for several moments, and I resigned myself to studying my coffee cup again. Look, I—”
“I can’t be here right now,” I said, grabbing my shirt. When did she tell you?”
“A little over half an hour ago,” I said, not looking up at him.