Crazy Meets Crazy
She loved every part of her body, her full breasts, that were just a bit more than a handful, her not so flat stomach, the gentle curve of her hips, her round backside, her average height, she loved it all.
She raised her hands to her breasts, cupping the both of them, her fingers going over the areolas; she could easily imagine it was Adrian that was cupping them from behind her. She used the pad of her thumb to rub on her nipple, making it pebble beneath her touch; she let out a throaty moan.
At the sound of her moan, she dropped her hands from her breasts. Kristen could not believe she had done that. If she was of a lighter color, she would have blushed. Her thoughts were always in front