Tears trickled down her face and dripped off the tip of her cute nose. She would offer herself to Garry with my jizz in her, the bitch. ass porn I caught a glimpse of her reflection leaning forward to examine her graceful neck in the mirror. Like the Eagles sing “…you can’t be lovers but you’re more than friends, after the thrill is gone…”
I stupidly thought she was trying to rescue some kind of unachievable friendship out of what we had had for a while, and I was dumb enough to accept that if that was all of her I could have then I would take it and be grateful. Garry was a nice enough person but was, frankly, uneducated and alcoholic in a dead end job. I started wondering how I couldn’t look past her pretty face and taut breasts and recognize how stupid and small she really was. She kept her hands where they were, pushing against my chest, keeping me from moving closer but at the same time answering my kisses with sloppy wet kisses of her own.
