Amateur Italian
0“My laptop is at work. A sob escaped from her as she said, “Marcus—”
“How long?” I repeated. “You were going to ask me?”
“To marry me, yeah,” I said, donning my socks and shoes. “Need anything while I’m out?”
She smiled back at me, hers much more genuine than mine. Her messy red hair cascaded down her chest over one shoulder, obscuring one of her heavy breasts. “Look at the bright side. I’m gonna cum in you, Jess. I rolled to my side, placed a hand on her back, and let my fingers trail over her skin as I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers in a sweet kiss. I did, but I think I was getting used to it.” I hesitated, looking around at all the random people who had their own stuff going on.
