How did we end up on your couch with your hands wrapped around my cock?
One minute I was leaning against your kitchen countertop, sipping a cup of joe you offered me, chatting about how we never knew we were next-door neighbors even though we ran into each other at the lift lobby all the time—the next, we were on your couch, gazing at each other with crooked smiles as our eyes meet and lingered for a while. Your eyes were beautiful, almost mesmerizing against the pale morning light. You were a delicious treat for my eyes in your oversized baby blue tee with a large crew neck that showed one of your shoulders.
No bra. Delicious.
Maybe you’re the kinda girl who is a workaholic during the week but let’s loose entirely when she is chilling at home on a weekend like this.
I couldn’t help but notice your soft, smooth, silky skin. It was flawless.