I grip Mark's ass, then his thighs, and hold on to better suck him. I take him in deeper—only to moan loudly when something huge enters my pussy. It must be the head of Jake's cock! He slowly presses inside my wetness, and the hurting yet pleasurable stretch of his cock makes my mouth almost choke

Winnie No words can describe how surprised I am when Jake waltzes into the bedroom, handing me a tray with breakfast items. "Here, you should eat something." "Oh," I smile at him, moved by the gesture. "Thank you." "No problem." Jake takes a seat at the edge of the bed, watching me. His dark hai

Winnie I stare after Jake as he storms to the cash registers. My heart is telling me I've messed up badly, and I don't know what to do. Do you ever say stuff you wish you could take back? My biggest flaw is that I talk without a filter. I speak first, think later, and it's a huge problem that I do

I snort, and Winnie turns tense when I gather her long blonde hair in my hands. It smells like fruity shampoo, and I have to fight every instinct telling me to hug the shit out of her. I'm not a cuddler, but my brain betrays me whenever I'm next to Winnie. I distract myself by talking. "I just do.

I laugh. "Wife-hunting..." He winks at me. "Yeah, so chop-chop, I need to hear this. Tell me about the woman we 'jocks' like to date." "Hmm, let's see... the women your kind is interested in never have a bad hair day. Neither do they ever fart nor use the toilet. They are tall, with shiny hair, an