Then, he kissed me on the forehead and left for work. 4:15 am. As his hand slid down my back and into the waistband of my yoga pants, in a soft voice he asked, “why don’t we kill time in my room?” Unable to speak, I just nodded and, with his hand firmly grabbing my left ass cheek, he walked me through the living room, past the boys’ rooms, and into his bedroom. He seemed startled to see me, “you’re early” he exclaimed. Then he pulled away. Still standing over me, he lowered his hips down, shoving his dick as far down my throat as it would go, which wasn’t very far. I pulled up to his house around 9:15 wearing only a hoodie I had stolen from his closet before I left this morning. I quickly brushed my hair and threw his red boxers and hoodie into my bag. He grabbed his dick, it had grown! He had to leave in fifteen minutes and he wasn’t dressed. He pinned me to the bed so he could passionately kiss me, before making his way down to my throbbing
