Salty Sugar Baby
He buries his face in my hair, smelling it like a true pervert.
Though we’re still within the boundaries because he keeps his arms below my breasts, what we’re doing now is purely cuddling.
Hmm, I wish I’m with Christian. I’ve been dreaming what he feels like it’s unbelievable how I managed to last this long without jumping on him.
“Hello there, I’d like to subscribe morning cuddles with a side of inappropriate touching please,” he says as if he’s dropping an order at Mc Donald’s, “Can you put a rush on that order because I’m really in a hurry.”
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