“I’m going to tie you to your bed and fuck you until you can’t remember your name.” I’ve read all of her emails to her best friend. I know that she’s into a little bondage, and so am I.
The elevator chimes when we get to her floor. She pulls a key out of her bra.
“What else is there? A kitchen sink?”
“My phone.”
She unlocks her front door. I follow her inside.
Then I’m peeling back part of her dress to reveal the bra cup where she stashed her phone. She has such full breasts that it barely has made a lump. I pull her bra off, and then I’m tearing her dress apart.
“It’s Kelly’s dress!”
“I’ll make up for it later. I can finance a shopping spree. But later.” Bending her over my arm, I kiss a trail from her neck down to her cleavage. Her hands are on my back.
Then I pull her into my arms and go into her bedroom, the one with CAMILLA in big letters on the front.
“Take off your underwear.”
I’m getting out of my clothes as fast as I can. I think that I’m setting a world record.
She slides off her underwear. I can see that they’re damp.
“You like it when I steal you away so I can make you mine?”
She nods.
“You’re so sweet.”
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