Forbidden Collection
Whiskers the cat could wait; tonight, I was all in.
We dozed, then woke for round two—slower this time, exploratory. He ate me out again, lapping his own cum from my pussy, making me squirm. We fucked in the shower, water cascading over us, him pressing me against the tiles, pounding from behind. Raw again, no barriers, just us.
By morning, over coffee, we exchanged numbers, planned a real date—no balloons, no pops. “This could be something,” he said, kissing me goodbye.