Unusual Bad Luck

CAMILLA RENÉE

MONDAY.

"Camilla Renée, you are one confusing specimen."

He starts, lifting me off the couch. Both legs wrap around his waist in their accord.

"How'd you figure?"

I laugh, stuffing a fist into his hair then rolling as I wanted to since that day by the faculty. I toss my head back and moan.

"One would think you're shy."

He puts in, burying his head by my neck, then taking a spin around proceeding further into the house.

There's a long hallway ahead.

I giggle. "Aren't I?"

"Reserved."

He begins again, meandering to my ear, flicking his tongue over my lobes, then rolling. As he did before. Repeatedly. I moan and tug at his bareback, gouging my nails as far as they could go.

"But this Camilla is something else. Bold... Daring."

He turns to one room and I sigh. "I am."

Using his foot, he booted it open, crouching his knee so we could both go in with no obstruction.

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