Do you need me to help you clean up?” she whispered. Her lips were soft and tasted like sweet lip gloss. XXX But what I couldn’t handle was the fact that at every single party we were at, he’d flirt outrageously and end up all over me, only to apologise the following day and ask if we could remain ‘best friends’. She grudgingly opened her eyes, then scrunched them up again, seemingly irritated by the sunlight poking through my bedroom curtains. Come here”
She threw her arms around me and pulled me in tight. “We’re not going to stop there, are we?” I asked, staring at her erect nipples pressing against her top. Is this actually happening, or did I get smashed last night, and this is all some kind of messed up dream? I placed my hands on the sides of her face and began
