Caroline stared at the alarm clock, it wasn’t hers but they all looked the same with their red numbers floating in blackness illuminating the side table. She watched them for what seemed like an eternity, her mouth gaping wide open and her eyes like saucers.
She wasn’t silently screaming, or horrified… she was…
Amazed.
His dick felt so good… too good…
She was no prude when it came to sex, not a terrible lay, not unpretty but more average than sexy. She was terrible at hand jobs like most girls, was okay at blowjobs (she seemed to get the job done but had never really explored it) she hated when a guy would go down on her so she didn’t feel much affinity for oral sex tricks. She never felt clean enough, or was self-conscious about what to do with herself while he was between her thighs. She liked sex, but could only cum with her fingers on her clit. Still she always thought of herself as being open, a free spirit when it came to sex…
My god… he’s just letting it sit there… ugh…