“Just the usual,” Alexis murmured. “The guy I’ve been seeing…I don’t know…things aren’t working out.”
Ah, there it was. XXNX Then, she lifted her face from the pillow. “I want to see your cream,” she hissed through clinched teeth. His hips began to undulate with her strokes. The aroma nearly overwhelmed him. “You’ve got to do this,” Leslie had gushed to Alexis at a neighborhood barbecue. He wanted to take the tension away, help her relax until she melted in a puddle on his cot. Jason was standing at the counter when Alexis pulled up in her BMW convertible. Jason was standing at the counter when Alexis pulled up in her BMW convertible. Her muscular back and shoulders gave way to a thin waist that flared into a derriere as round and hard as an autumn apple.
