CumShorts: Unholy Dirty Desires
I imagined him sleeping there, shirtless, those broad shoulders taking up most of the mattress.
I bit my lip, heart picking up speed.
Lightning flashed outside, lighting up the whole room for a split second. The following crack of thunder made me jump.
God, Cindy, what the hell are you doing?
But the thought was already there, heat was already pooling low in my stomach.. I’d had a crush on Mr. Reynolds for years. Not just a silly crush — a real, aching, panties-ruining kind of want. I loved how tall he was, how his voice got deeper when he was serious, the way his shirts stretched across his chest. I’d touched myself thinking about him more times than I could count. Fantasizing about his han
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