Nowhere under her nervous exterior did he think she was this much of a sex addict. She poured herself a bowl of cereal and sat on the floor next to the short coffee table in the living room. Placing his hands under her thighs he lifted her off her feet and began to carry her up the stairs. If he wanted to keep feeling her pussy squeezing his cock from all directions, he needed to make her move. Wendy walked past her mother, still staring at her feet as if she had never worn heels before and had to be extremely careful. When she looked over her shoulder at him, Joshua simply asked, “May I?”
“Don’t ask,” she reminded him. The small nub hardened immediately. She bit her lip suggestively and nodded, silently agreeing to his proposal. He finally let her pull his head back enough that he could speak. Every time either of them moved, they both felt shivers go up their groins.
