Mag-log inLiam is sitting in his room, staring out of the window, lost in thought. The evening sun casts a warm glow over the garden, the colors vibrant and full of life. His mind is far away, filled with thoughts of Celeste.
I remember how she looked this morning when she brought the package. The shock on her face when she saw me with Presley.
I was deep in Presley's pussy but all I saw was her beauty. Her hair catching the light, her eyes a mix of shock and lust. I know she feels something for me. I see it in the way she looks at me. he thinks she can hide it but her eyes always betray her and leave her true feelings on display.
She was horny.
I feel my dick get harder when I think about her looking at me. I wish she was here so I can make her touch it. I want to feel her fingers wrap around me. I know she would tremble as she feels the softness my skin and hardness of my shaft.
I would love to see her reaction
It’s Monday morning — that grey, sleepy kind of morning where the air still feels heavy from the weekend. I’m half awake, bag slung over my shoulder, hair barely cooperating, when I step outside and freeze.He’s there.Liam.Leaning against his car like he owns the world, black hoodie pulled up, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a cup of coffee. The street is quiet except for the faint hum of engines and early-morning birds but somehow, everything feels louder when I see him.My heart skips. My breath does that stupid fluttering thing it always does around him.“What are you doing here?” I ask, trying to sound casual, but my voice betrays me, too thin, too curious.He smiles, slow and deliberate. “I’m taking you to school today.” He pauses, his eyes glinting. “And every other day from now on.”I blink at him, caught between laughing and panicking. “I
I flip onto my back taking her with me. I look up at her and move her legs to my side making her straddle me. I don't think she realizes it but she grinds her pussy into me and I smile. Her mind might be fighting with her but her body wants me.I quickly sit up and go in foe the kill with a wet kiss. I plunge my tongue into her mou, making her moan as I fuck her mouth with mine.I tighten my arm around her waist, drawing her in until I can feel her heartbeat through the thin fabric between us. Her skin is warm, her hair brushes my jaw, and everything in me aches - not with hunger, but with something gentler, deeper.She calls out my name softly when I break the kiss and I kiss her neck, I mean to be careful, light. Just enough to let her know I’m there. But she breathes in sharply, and I feel her hand sl







