It fell toward me, heavy and commanding, just inches from my lips. We can make this our little secret.”
The damage was done. Anal sex “Isn’t my mom the best? “Ms. And then, like a rubber band snapping, the tension broke. But now, under the weight of Mike’s gaze, I became acutely aware of how the soft fabric clung to my chest, every curve pressed against it with unmistakable clarity. The warmth of his breath, the taste of his lips, the unmistakable scent of him — rugged, manly — wrapped around me, intensifying the hunger I felt growing inside. The boys down the hall, the thin walls of the house—it was a fragile bubble we were in, one that could burst at any moment. But now, under the weight of Mike’s gaze, I became acutely aware of how the soft fabric clung to my chest, every curve pressed against it with unmistakable clarity. Our lips parted, tongues slipping past each other in a heated exploration.
