I Like Big Butts And I Cannot Lie
I gave him a coy smile and ran back into the bedroom.
He bounded up the stairs thirty seconds later.
I jumped out from behind the door and hugged him.
‘Happy birthday.’
‘What about my birthday present?’
He spun around and threw his arms around my naked waist.
The fire of desire was already burning in his eyes.
‘Those briefs don’t count.’
‘They are called jockstraps, for your information.’
I wiggled my hips.
‘How about this? I’m your gift for tonight.’
My breasts brushed against his chest.
‘I think you’re way past the schooling age,’ he said, tracing circles on the small of my back with his fingers. ‘And I’m not one of those pervs with a uniform fetish.’
He slipped a hand under the cropped top and discovered that I wasn’t wearing a bra.
I gasped when his cold hand touched my skin.
I pouted. ‘If you don’t like it, I’ll go change.’
‘No.’
His calm voice belied the urgency of his movements.
I reached for his Paul Smith navy silk tie.
He yanked on his buttons, tugged off his shirt in one swi
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