The Assassin's Surrender VIIII
Seeing that it’s not on the counter, I head back to the couch and get on all fours.
Connor observes quietly as I crawl around the floor and start turning pillows and toys over. My hair flutters around me like a waterfall, and my sticky hands itch. Ass up in the air, I look under the couch and sigh with relief as soon as I see that it’s underneath the loveseat. The collar of my peasant top slides down my shoulders, baring my skin, and rides up, bearing my naked waist. I’m so absorbed with my search that I don’t notice that Connor is not only getting a good look at my tight ass in my skinny jeans, but he’s also getting a view of my bare breasts and naked waist. Hey, I’m a B cup; sue me for not
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