She watched him with a mix of curiosity and skepticism, her arms folded across her chest. As she emerged, her hair plastered to her face, she stared at Tony. “Would you be a good sport and help me out?”
Tiffany’s eyes narrowed, but she couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at her own mouth. “Good choice,” he said, his voice a low murmur. “You mean, like a professional?”
“Yes,” Tiffany said firmly. “It’s important to communicate with each other about your needs and boundaries,” she said. Instead, she closed her eyes and leaned back into the water, letting the warmth envelop her as she listened to the sound of his zipper. “Unzip my jeans. He’d hoped it would pass, but now the pressure was too intense to ignore. “Just a little more,” he said, his voice strained with concentration. Read 8634 times |
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Tiffany nodded, her pulse quickening. Anne said, scribbling something on a pad of paper.
