69 Dripping Fantasies
The waitress assuring me she would mix the drug right into his coffee right after taking the money stiffened my clit.
When I was back at the table, I literally felt like fucking it. Right there, I had to squeeze my thighs together so my panties could brush against it just to feel better.
“So what I was trying to say is even if I am a married man, our relationship will still be the same.”
“Same how? Didn't you just refuse to peck my lips?” I asked, still squeezing my thighs together.
“You will soon have a boyfriend; he will call me creepy if he sees that.” He said, and never had he worried about that before; he had never even discussed me having a boyfriend before, so I guess he had changed a