The 3PM bell rings and the term is over. Anal sex Instead of the elegant French chicken dish I elected to cook, I panic and whip out a frozen pizza and from the freezer instead and a bottle of vino from dad’s liquor cabinet. I shut the lights, bring it down, and start attacking her ass with it. “Hey Michael,” she says. This angers the shit out of me. I move the beanbag chair towards the fireplace with her ass just close enough to avoid direct contact to the fire but enough for sensation. We dress and I start my Dad’s Honda Civic. We begin fucking as I jam another apple in her mouth yet again and begin pulling her hair. After about ten minutes I end this charade and untape her from my trap. I chase her, but she is nowhere to be found. I have no idea where she found it but she’s making me proud tonight. She slaps me in the face which I don’t really enjoy but put up with.She gets up and starts twerking and doing cartwheels.
