Jack In The Box
The bra sure made my breasts look big.
I quickly fixed my bed and slid beneath the cover. "Jack, you can come in."
He didn't waste time and walked in without a shirt. He dived straight in bed and pulled the cover off, flinging it towards the floor. Hastily I reached for his denim button and undid it. Jack didn't give me a chance to pull his jeans down, his hands slid to my waist and he pulled me possessively against him, his mouth devouring mine completely. He groaned deep in his throat and I smiled in satisfaction. My fingers threaded through his soft hair, I liked the prickly feeling of his gruff jaw brushing against my cheeks.