Amateur old and young
Fingers pressed harder into my hips while thumbs stroked the skin on my backside.
He'd done it again.
Before I could even ask about the pie I always made, she mentioned that as she had cut back on sweets, she hoped I wasn't too upset if we just skipped dessert altogether.
I liked ham, didn't I.
Chris eventually stopped, but not before I was moaning incessantly.
The water was warm now, but it was wet and helped my dry throat.
Then I was whimpering while he plied my mouth with his, his hands alternating between warming my cheeks and holding me to him.
The only thought that remained in my head was that I cared he was back.
Chris would be back.